How many people live in this house?

It seems like Kory and I often have conversations that go like this:

First person says: "Where did this (random object in a random place) come from?" or
"How did that (piece of stale bread) get up there (on top of the bookshelf)?" or "Where did my (wallet, book, pen, snack) go?"

Second person gives a blank stare and a shrug, perhaps saying "No clue."

The answer to the questions of the first person is actually more along the lines of the following: if there is some unexplained phenomenon it’s usually the kids that are the explanation.

Two of our three kids, soon to be all three of them, are now EXTREMELY mobile and capable of finding and hiding (hoarding?) objects. For me, the resident neat freak of our household, this is aggravating, to say the least. Everything has a place and that is where it should go. Except that there are now four other people living with me who have various levels of concern whether or not things go where they should (Sam is on my team, here). And then even Sam, who does like to put things where they should go, has a different idea of where that place should be. Of course, we can't forget the noise and chaos and attention-span factors, which make it difficult to actually communicate to anyone else the aforementioned designated spots.

Oh, how I love our family! I wouldn't have it any other way, even if the disorganization and randomness does drive me crazy some times :)