January 16th, 2011
I despise you.
Why, why, WHY is there no gentle cycle? How come if I want to wash something in hot water, I HAVE to wash it on “heavily soiled” and get it beat up?
To make matters worse, why does your machine steal my socks? I know it does, I’m not joking.
- All of the clothes are clean and put away. All of them.
- I’m missing at least 10 little white socks.
- The other day when I was moving a load from the washing machine to the dryer, I noticed two of David’s tiny socks stuck near the top of the washing machine in the slot where the water comes out. Hmmm… I wonder if this is where all my socks are going too.
If you are the same person who designed my dryer, I despise you even more.
Why does the dryer only dry on high heat? Why is there no tumble dry? Have you ever heard of “tumble dry, low heat”? Why is there no way to turn off the buzzer? What if I don’t want a loud buzzer that can be heard in every room (including the one my baby is taking a nap in) to go off every time the dryer is done? I know when it’s done all by myself. Why is the hole the clothes go in so small? If it is an “extra large capacity” dryer, why is the hole so small?
PS I want my socks back.
January 10th, 2011
David is three months old. I’m baffled.
His favorite things:
- filling his diaper RIGHT after it’s changed
- Matt (he saves his biggest, brightest smiles for his dad)
- watching TV
- standing on his legs
- his new purple Hippo that jingles (it’s annoying, but he likes it)
- sucking on his fists
My favorite things:
- more sleep (he sleeps all night about once a week now, and the other nights he gets up once for a snack)
- the constant smiles
- the snuggles
- our conversations
- all the cute clothes he gets to wear
- watching him learn something new every single day
He rolls quite easily onto his sides now, not all the way, but to his sides. He is getting closer and closer to sitting up by himself; right now he still needs a hand or pillow to help him balance, but he’s getting there. I absolutely love when he talks to us. It’s so cute. He grows so fast! I both love and hate it.
If I loved him any more, I think I would evaporate.
He is fascinated by our phones. We always get them out to take a picture of something cute, and he almost always stops when he sees the phone shoved in his face because he gets so distracted by it.
A few pictures from this afternoon when he was sitting on my lap holding my phone:
January 6th, 2011
Tucked deep in the Washington mountains under a heavy blanket of snow lives a 91-year-old woman.
In her lifetime, she’s seen the development of automobiles, passenger air travel, main-stream radio, broadcast television, and color television (just to name a few). She was raised in the thick of the Great Depression, endured numerous hardships, and has seen 16 presidents take office.
On the last day of 2010 she met David, her great-great-great nephew. She was in awe.