I believe that my family thinks I have the ability to find absolutely anything that has been misplaced or lost. If ever something goes missing, they ask me where it is. This also works for things that aren’t lost. Where is the broom? Where is the red blanket? Have you seen my shoes? Do you know where the extra toothbrushes are? The scary thing is that I always know where everything is. Maybe I do have special skills.

I believe that Maddux must have some sort of genetic mutation that causes him to not require sleep. When he was a baby, he never slept. Never. Ever. He didn’t sleep completely through the night until he was 9 months old. Today at 3:45 am I awoke to the sounds of Maddux dancing in his bedroom. When I stumbled in, he was wearing his rain boots, a pink tutu and his Handy Manny construction hat. When I attempted to ask him what he was doing, he responded, “I’m having a dance party!”

I believe that things taste better when cooked on a charcoal grill.

I believe that telemarketers must have video camera in my house. It seems that they only call when I am in the middle of something that requires concentration. If I am sitting down reading a magazine, the phone won’t ring. The instant that Breuklyn has locked Maddux into a closet and I can’t get it open, the phone will ring. And ring. And ring.

I believe that there is something seriously amiss with Paizlee’s taste buds. The child finds equal enjoyment in a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a rock that she finds in the backyard. It is truly baffling.

I believe that my refrigerator is magical. If I desperately need something, yet I know that I don’t have it, all I have to do is wish really hard and it will magically appear in my refrigerator. This happened last week when Brad grilled steaks and I really, really wanted A1 Sauce for my steak. I knew that we didn’t have any, and yet when I opened the refrigerator, there was a brand new bottle on the top shelf. Just.like.magic. This happened again a few days later with a carton of sour cream. I believe in the magic.

I believe that ice cream can cure anything.

I believe in the power of “knocking on wood.” Whenever I slip and accidentally say something to the effect of, “Wow… the kids haven’t been sick in forever!” then I must quickly knock on wood or else all three will end up in the pediatrician’s office within 48 hours. This also works if Brad says, “Whew! I can’t believe that there are only 3 payments left on my car. I can’t believe that it has lasted this long without any problems.” We then make a mad dash to the kitchen table to knock furiously while I lecture him with, “How could you possibly say something like that, geeze!!”

I believe that a new pair of shoes is the best possible reward for good behavior. If I manage to walk on the treadmill for two days in a row… new shoes. If I cook dinner all week long and eat absolutely no fast food… new shoes. If I write my column… new shoes!

That’s my take. Just a few of my totally random beliefs. What do you believe in? Leave me a comment telling me about one of your beliefs and I will choose one person who will win a RAK from me. Let’s hear it! Have a happy week!