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Heaps of Laundry


I was folding a heap of laundry yesterday, not that that is noteworthy; I fold heaps of laundry every day. Who wears all those clothes anyway? Now that I'm home all day, every day, I get to do the laundry all day, every day. I was convinced that one or more of the children was putting clean clothes back into the hamper because there was no way that I needed to wash/dry/put away three loads of laundry a day, six days per week. But yes, there are eight bodies who need to be clothed, some need outfit changes more than once per day, plus pajamas and there you have it. 16 outfits including pajamas, throw in a few towels, washcloths, rags and a uniform here and there and the inevitable bed change from a bloody nose a few days a week and that would equal three loads of laundry per day. Besides, my washing machine is tiny and that's one more reason why I need a large capacity one. Then it would be one load of laundry. 

Anyways, I was folding a heap of laundry, my mind in la-la land dreaming of a large capacity washing machine and a maid and Ruby was climbing up the back of my legs. When that didn't work, she wiggled her way through and when that didn't get my attention, she looked up at me and said, "Boo."  Laundry went back on the couch and was replaced by this sweet baby girl who is growing up much too quickly. 


 Her latest hobby is to put something dangling out of her mouth and explore the house. We can hear her coming miles away as she breathes through whatever she has in her mouth. The other day it was a pen cap and all we heard was this faint whistling as she made her way room to room to destroy whatever was in her path. 


On this particular day, it was a piece of cardboard that came with the new swing I ordered.


Yesterday, it was a pencil, paired with a songbook.


I realized that a lot of the pictures I have of her are just her in a diaper. She does own clothes and she does wear them every now and then. It's usually a wrestling match to get her dressed so I pick my battles.

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