… because the chocolate left on her face was nothing compared to what the rest of her looked like.
Which is also reason #34 you shouldn’t let a one year old help you dip pretzels in chocolate…
… now I know.
We do a lot of laundry and while I have chronicled many of the reasons for the ridiculous amount (look here) I’ve never really owned up to the fact that I’m terrible at actually doing the laundry (John does most of it) and my plethora of excuses for not getting it done.
Here is one of them…
…how can I fold laundry…
… when this cutie is playing in the middle of it?
It’s way more fun to play peekaboo…
…and where’s Waldo!
Which is why my husband is upstairs finishing folding that pile of laundry -Thank you honey!
…because my floors are not always what one would call clean…
…and Jane’s preferred mode of locomotion is scooting on her belly.
Good for cleaning the floor. Bad for the laundry situation.
As I was taking these photos Jane got up on her knees and crawled a few feet for the first time!
Theoretically better for the laundry…
… but only theoretically. A little more practice and she’ll be able to dump the dog water twice as fast as before which as everyone knows is Reason #9 We Do A Lot of Laundry.
We wash. we dry, we fold…
…and still the laundry pile keeps growing.
It’s starting to concern me, if (knock on wood) any of our laundry appliances should break down I fear it would only be a matter of hours before the dirty laundry would swell to proportions large enough to smother us in stale milk and pee smelling fabric.
So, please, if you don’t hear from us for a few days, if John misses work, if I miss a previously scheduled appointment, if our girls don’t show up for story time…
…send reinforcements armed with detergent because John and I will have lost the laundry war.
We will likely be trapped under a growing pile of laundry at the bottom of the stairs, but don’t worry about the children I’m sure they will be fine. Once you dig us out if you can make it through the laundry you’ll be able to find them at the top, happily changing outfits, wetting the bed and blowing out diapers.
Clara’s got a priority problem.
Or perhaps, more accurately, a poop fixation.
She’ll show you her face full of ashes…
…but all she wants to talk about is the poop on her boots.
As the mother I know full well that she’s got poop on her boots and where it came from.
A face full of ashes on the other hand could use a bit of explaining.
Miraculously this girl did not further morph into reason #956 we do a lot of laundry.
So I gave her a jellybean –
after I got the ashes out of her nose.
…because Clara’s new favorite trick is to climb on the table – and sometimes she finds things there.
I’m hoping that most of the soda went on the clothes instead of in her belly, but I’m afraid nap time is going to be tough today!
*I’d also like you to know that by the time I got there the soda was already down her front, in her belly and gone. As much as I like posting photos on my blog I’m not about to let my child caffeinate herself just before nap for a photo op!