Wee Willy Winky

A peak inside one of our early mornings,
on a day when Wee Willy Winky stole my sweatshirt.
He's unspeakably rotten.

Laundry Mountain - In Search of the Summit

I HATE laundry.

Regardless of varied attempts utilizing a myriad
of time management techniques,
I'm incapable of accomplishing all of it anytime, ever.
I am officially announcing that I am domestically disabled
in this area. I am making peace with the big, fat FACT
that I have laundroheimers (I keep forgetting to do it?).
Nah, I don't forget. I am continually doing it.
Or would it laundrophobia? Am I scared of it? I dunno.
No, I attack it vigorously...repeatedly, daily.
This disability needs a new name? Ideas?

For a while I blamed it on my equipment which
is not what is picture below...THANKFULLY.
My Grandmothers had these
and baked bread to boot! Can you see me with my finger
and thumb in the shape of an "L" on my forehead?

Nope...Jeri wants these babies...
One upstairs...one downstairs...thank you very much.
Yep, yes...YESSIREE...the laundry would get done then, right?


No, probably not...not even then...
So, here I am spending Saturday
sitting in between loads...blogging...
ascending laundry mountain...AGAIN...
the domestic equivalent of Everest.

If you're one of those women whose laundry is
clean and folded and stacked in pretty, little,
color-coordinated piles...well...what's it look like up there?

I'm imagining this? Am I close?

The Box

I keep threatening to ship them to their grandparents.
Today, I got the box.

Mom, Dad...if there's a box on the porch with some holes
in the top, open it quick. Isaac probably has to pee.
Thanks and good luck...

:)

Uh...just GUESS what we're doing at our house...

Guess what Isaac got today?
Go ahead...guess!
You'll NEVER get it! Hee, hee!

Pee goes in the potty!

Here's his little "Throne".
He must've went to get a magazine.

Oooh...let's put our ONLY paci (momma can't find
the other two dozen cuz I keep hiding them) in the new
potty and then try peeing standing up like daddy!

After all the fun, he tromped around without his diaper
for 20 mins or so not having actually peed in the potty and
hosed down the kitchen floor with urine like a swiffer wet jet.

Have I told you that I hate potty training...