Life with Miles
This is what it looked like when instead of just blocking my way like he usually does, Miles hopped on the vacuum and tried to ride it. I don't blame him. I probably would too if I were almost 2 and my Mom had been cleaning for two hours. After the weekends, my house usually looks like a tornado has blown through it, so this morning, I got kind of excited to clean the house with only two other bodies in the house. (I love Monday mornings after everyone has left for school and the house is relatively quiet, except for PBS Kids playing in the background. The day is a blank canvas and I can work!) So in all the chaos of cleaning, I found 4 wet diapers in the fathoms of Lucy's room, a pile of wet (from pee) clothes on her floor, and several articles of clothing buried in the toy room and under her bed. Ahhh, the feeling of getting to the bottom of it all and feeling the smooth, Murphy's Oil-Soaped floor underneath my feet. Now if I can just make it to the grocery store and take care of that department...
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Can Miles come over and play with Ruby in the morning? I'll make some play dough.
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