This is the Way We Wash Our Clothes
As I look at these pictures, I can't help singing an old childhood song: "This is the way we wash our clothes, wash our clothes, wash our clothes..." This kid. He's a hoot. Conrad knows what needs to be done and pitches in. From loading the dishwasher with soap to picking up toys to helping with laundry, Conrad is ready to tackle any chore at a moment's notice. And he is so short that he has to climb halfway (or in this case all the way) into the washer or dryer to help me switch a load of laundry. It's pretty much the cutest thing ever.
Sometimes I wonder what I'll do when he goes to kindergarten. My days will feel so bland without his constant entertainment! But then I remember that he's a busy tornado. I am not exaggerating when I say Conrad is into EVERYTHING. And he's quick as lightning. Every time I turn around I find myself rushing to save the boy himself... or at least some item of worth. (R.I.P. clean walls, books and games without all their pages or pieces, the powdered sugar that was tossed all over the pantry, Bron's keyboard buttons, the CD rom player that got pulled completely out of my computer tower, and the list goes on.) In short, when Conrad goes to kindergarten, my house will be more boring and quiet but it will be much cleaner and more organized.
Eh, it's a toss up. Sometimes I'm not sure clean outweighs this happy mischievous face. But other days I'm more than sure.
No comments
Post a Comment
I love hearing from you! Thanks for taking the time to leave me a message.