SHE WALKS!! I know, I was wondering if this day would ever come :)
Want a peek?
Congratulations BEAST! We love you <3
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Laundry Solution!
I may not be catching up on holiday postings like I'd hoped--I started with the best of intentions, then got buried in school work . I have a love/hate relationship with school.
But, more on that later. This post is about laundry. (It's better than it sounds, I swear.)
As I mentioned above, my to-do list is ever growing and I have come to miss the feeling of climbing into bed, knowing that I've finished everything I had to do. That sweet satisfaction used to lull me to sleep. No longer, however, because my house is often left messy, my Beast always working feverishly to rearrange everything within reach, and a whole list of school work constantly looming over my head, waiting to greet me first thing in the morning.
So Naturally, I've been putting the laundry off.
Since when do I have time to load machines that do all the work for me? Never. More than that, it's what I have to do with the clothes when it's done. Thinking of the hours of folding that washing would inevitably lend, has been enough to encourage me to let it sit, stinking up my... uh, mudroom (if you can call it that).
I think I found a solution.
Since my husband insists on wearing clean clothes, (*snort) yesterday I proceeded, warily, to shove them in the washer, and pull them out of the dryer. Load after load .
Chloe just so happens to have a walk-in closet. The other day, after completing my umpteenth load, I was wondering what to do with all these clean clothes. The last thing I was going to do was put them all away, and throwing them on the floor wasn't an option for me (and no, not because the floor was already messy). So I began to load her closet up with baskets of clean laundry.
Satisfied with my ingenious solution, I then began working on an essay for school. Mike would just have to dig through Chloe's closet, to get dressed in the morning. I, on the other hand, rarely get dressed in the mornings, so this was perfect. As the minutes ticked by, I was soon wondering why my little Beast hadn't been tugging on my leg, screaming, torturing the dog, or sticking her fingers in anything that will pinch her. I tentatively got up, worried I'd interrupt a rare moment in which she plays quietly by herself, and remind her she was being unnecessarily good, thus draggin her back in--on my leg.
This is what I found:
Problem solved: I get an entertained Beast, a little peace and quite, and as a bonus... we get to wear clean clothes. What is that they say? Win-win-win?
Indeed!
But, more on that later. This post is about laundry. (It's better than it sounds, I swear.)
As I mentioned above, my to-do list is ever growing and I have come to miss the feeling of climbing into bed, knowing that I've finished everything I had to do. That sweet satisfaction used to lull me to sleep. No longer, however, because my house is often left messy, my Beast always working feverishly to rearrange everything within reach, and a whole list of school work constantly looming over my head, waiting to greet me first thing in the morning.
So Naturally, I've been putting the laundry off.
Since when do I have time to load machines that do all the work for me? Never. More than that, it's what I have to do with the clothes when it's done. Thinking of the hours of folding that washing would inevitably lend, has been enough to encourage me to let it sit, stinking up my... uh, mudroom (if you can call it that).
I think I found a solution.
Since my husband insists on wearing clean clothes, (*snort) yesterday I proceeded, warily, to shove them in the washer, and pull them out of the dryer. Load after load .
Chloe just so happens to have a walk-in closet. The other day, after completing my umpteenth load, I was wondering what to do with all these clean clothes. The last thing I was going to do was put them all away, and throwing them on the floor wasn't an option for me (and no, not because the floor was already messy). So I began to load her closet up with baskets of clean laundry.
Satisfied with my ingenious solution, I then began working on an essay for school. Mike would just have to dig through Chloe's closet, to get dressed in the morning. I, on the other hand, rarely get dressed in the mornings, so this was perfect. As the minutes ticked by, I was soon wondering why my little Beast hadn't been tugging on my leg, screaming, torturing the dog, or sticking her fingers in anything that will pinch her. I tentatively got up, worried I'd interrupt a rare moment in which she plays quietly by herself, and remind her she was being unnecessarily good, thus draggin her back in--on my leg.
This is what I found:
Problem solved: I get an entertained Beast, a little peace and quite, and as a bonus... we get to wear clean clothes. What is that they say? Win-win-win?
Indeed!
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Making Funny Faces
Today's post is a video, it's all I have time to do right now, but I'll be back to add more soon.
This is my first time posting a video, so I have no idea how the quality of picture or sound will be. Here's to hoping it's decent enough to sit through!
Chloe loves to see herself on camera, and it just so happens Mike's iPhone has the option of recording a video while you see yourself on the screen, the Beast LOVED this! In fact, while I was learning how to edit and post the video, she sat still, watching the whole thing, remaking the faces as it was playing. You should have been here, it was hilarious!
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