Oh Millie if you only knew.

Well my sweet gal is absolutely the best thing since sliced bread and high speed internet. She is an exploring maniac which makes my heart sing a little song when I think of all of the great adventures we are going to go on. As far as babes go she is #1. The only problem that I can see with babies is that they have no idea what to throw all of there wonder and awe into. Case in point.
LAUNDRY!
She loves watching the clothes go round and round with the soapy water. She enjoys trying to pull the clothes out and put them in again. She likes to pull all of the folded clothes out of the laundry basket and crawl over the mountains of folded socks and undies in our living room. And as I watch my sweet girl basking in the laundry bliss I can't help but feel a little bit of sorrow. Because lets face it. Laundry is of the devil. It never ends. It is not about the washer and dryer only. It involves sorting and pre-stain removing and pulling wet, muddy little boy socks out of the bottom of the hamper and trying not to gag. It is holding up a shirt and wondering what in the name of all that is pure and holy died on it. It is diaper explosion onesies and my sweet smelling husband's not so sweet smelling socks. It is huge piles of washed clothes on my floor waiting to be folded and put away. It is not my friend. In fact, it very well may be the bane of my existence. So I see my gal with her eyes full of wonder, innocent and untainted by all that laundry truly means and I think if only....if only....I was able to view things through Millie's eyes. Eyes full of wonderous awe and appreciation. Instead I have my eyes.. laundry-loathing, angry eyes. Do you think Lasik can fix that ?

Don't even get me started.

After shock

You know how there will be a major earthquake and it will destroy tons of stuff and lives will be lost etc.? Then later there will be an after shock that is not so destructive and kind of a rip off of the original? You know how that is? Well people it occured to me today that that is how I blog. My life happens and 16and 1/2 days later I blog about it. When I finally get to the actual event it is a sad, watered down version of the original. Kind of like Pepsi One which was suppose to be better than the original Diet Pepsi but really just tasted like cat urine.

So here is a little after shock for you. The boys usually take their baths at night. Well since Millie has become mobile she has to be where the action is. So in she crawls to the bathroom, pulls herself up to the tub and giggles and tries to get in and giggles and says what can only be interpreted as "Get me in the bath" So of course we have to let her get in. And of course we have to capture it on film or on our memory card. What you get is my tub o' kids.

No, I am not dead. Thanks for asking.

Hello. Turns out that I am still a crappy blogger and truly feel real shame because of it. I do have to say, in my defense, that I am just now coming out of what professionals would call a seasonal sort of depression. I think its clinical term is SAD or maybe SADD. Kind of like MADD only without the angry mothers. Wait there has been one angry mother. So it is like MADD with out the drunk drivers. It is definately nothing like GLAD which has a lot of people up in arms. Anyhoo. I digress. Now that I am no longer paralyzed with the winter blahs I am ready to blahg:) I say it like there is something extraordinary coming. Sorry to disappoint but all I got is this......