5 miles pushing my 22 lb baby
(that was actually yesterday, but I was too pooped to publish my post apparently)
So I have given up on the house and instead am waiting for Magical Mel to come visit this weekend so that I can foist my kids off on her while I run around panic stricken organizing and cleaning the house. And maybe making spaghetti.
Today I gave up fighting the house and just let it go and I spent my time making these cute iron shirts for the baby Turtledash..
see cuz their little…and in training.
That shirt was kinda dirty because it was my trial shirt…I like to try things out before ruining the package of new shirts I bought. I WASH MY CHILDREN’S CLOTHES.
DON’T JUDGE ME!
Ahem. What was I saying? Oh right. Here is the huge pile of laundry I didn’t fold again today. I have employed Mr. Moo as resident bottle feeder of lil Baby Snark *(Just Kidding. He wants to do it himself but is totally supervised!) he totally loves it can’t you tell by his help me for THE LOVE OF GOD face? If you look closely at the pile of laundry you will see that Baby Wah Wah is staring fixedly at the kitty, aka Carrier of the Fleas.
She is not helping with the clean up.
And here we have another example of my fabulous mothering. We call this look, the Dirty Dog. Also know as Messy Moo your Mama never cleans you.
All that work was pretty rough on our Messy Moo and he passed right out.
Giving me time to get some photos uploaded and some emails answered.
Bob asked me the other day why I have so many mispellings in my emails.
This is why.
Most of my computer time is with baby in tow and now that he is Mister Grabby Pants, I’m having to hold his hands while I’m typing…sometimes I loose whole posts. It is a little frustrating. I try to spell check, but I also try to answer all my emails. It’s a balance like Jeanne says .
A note on that: I have put in a request to be adopted by Jeanne, she is going to hold my kids while I sew and I’m going to
steal inherit all her quilts.
Just so you know. I got there first.
And now I must go to bed, for some reason I’m suffering from insomnia this week (pre race jitters) even though I’m exhuasted.
*edited to add: Um. Yeah Baby Snark….not my baby. I have been watching him for a month, yesterday was his last day.