Joshy and the Frog

I have been working hard to try and start getting my house in order. Not "clean" in order, but "unpacked" in order. We still have boxes untouched from the move and not having a garage means that they are sitting unopened in the house. Now, I have covered plenty of times the fact that I am not blessed with the cleaning gene. So, when the urge hits, I have found that it is a good idea to just ride that wave as long as it lasts. So, last night, around 10:00pm, I get the itch. It starts with the kitchen and moves to the living room and before you know it, it is 5:30 in the morning and I had stayed up the entire night cleaning. Needless to say, a personal record. One incredibly long backstory later, it was in this cleaning madness that I organized the boys room. The kind of organize that assigns everything a place. Which is, I suppose, the only kind of organize. Nice. Still, my original point was that I set up Joshy's tepee that he had received last Christmas because every good imagination needs a secret hideout. However, sometime between Christmas and now, a few of the essential components have gone missing. So, today I got him a replacement. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Joshy and the frog: