"Oh the places you will...vacuum."

What's the last thing you swept? What's the last thing you vacuumed? 

One day long ago, I stopped in my tracks. This is a seriously odd stage in life. 

I was sweeping the carpet. 

Then I vacuumed the table.

How about vacuuming a baby doll. 

How about the fact that Ry was taking to a co-worker the other day and referred to his sore glutes as his "bummy" without even missing a beat... yet I digress.

I'll admit. I even vacuumed out the oven once. I would do it again in a heartbeat.

Yes, it's odd, but beautiful. I do what I can to get the job done.

(Kaila putting baby powder on her baby-doll. She's such a good little mommy!)

Signs of Life

Me: Josiah, I'd like a little privacy in the shower. Go play in the sunroom or something.

Josiah disappears and comes back 5 minutes later...

Josiah: Mommy! I am playing with the smores...

I'm suspicious. I follow him to the living room.

I find this.

 Apparently the couch stuffing looks like marshmellows. (Actually, it kinda does I never realized it before.).

I call Ryan in to see the mess and we both express our extreme displeasure, 

 Us: Oh, Josiah. That is NOT ok. You have to clean that ALL up. We NEVER do that to the couch cushions..

Ryan and I hide our smiles and try to control our trembleing voices as we bust up laughing behind the door.

He is still cleaning it all up as I type.

His method? Pick up one piece, jump on the pile to stuff it in, pick up one piece, jump on the pile to stuff it in...

Josiah: Mommy, I'm doing a good job cleaning up!

Me: Yes you are. Keep working because you're not doing anything else until you finish... Keep it up!

Stuff, jump, stuff, jump, stuff, jump...I think he's having a little too much fun with this. ; )