So..the time has rolled around that my carpets need a good
washin. My beige carpet and it's many shades of gray compliments of chocolate milk, grease, dirt, you name it drug in on the carpet by shoes. I decide to call up my
handymen and women..my Mom & Dad. They are so helpful, always willing to help out with a project and they have a carpet cleaner. The task becomes outrageous...piling up toys that are strewn about the floor, moving dirty socks, shoes, wrappers, whatever is around to get the job done. My Dad begins the process and midway through realizes, uh oh..the soap is not dispensing. He had already
meticulously combed
the front room and it was
soaking wet. Now mind you, my 18 month is in on the plan, he decides to for go his nap that day, so he is toddling around the wet floors w/ pants rolled up like
capris and shoes on, driving cars all over the couch. We are working
tiredly around the little dude. After about an hour of fidgeting with the soap tank and a call into the sweet
Bissell people, we have no success in all of their suggestions. We decide to mix the soap into the water tank...ahhh..fresh bubbles coming out it smells wonderful. Mind you it took about 2 or 3 hours for just one room. The carpets were wet for 2 days from going over it twice, but hey, at least it's "cleaner." I looked at my Mother and said, "you know if we were
oober rich, we'd be at the spa while having professional carpet cleaners come in"!
and you know what my wise Mother says? "yeah, but then we wouldn't have any adventures, life would be boring..."
such a brilliant point....I have to say, she must be correct. It was worth all the craziness to get it done and to laugh at the craziness...
I find him like this more than several times a day..most likely calling China collect on my antique but VERY functioning phone!
no need to be ashamed Jack of your obsession with my most crazy of shoes!
....that's better..don't hide it son, flaunt it! you're workin' those shoes!
April 27th, this preschooler has turned the big 5...
sharing his birthday glory with some of his best school pals
love the look on his face..wonder what he's wishing for!
Springtime at the zoo with my menfolk
terrified of the carousel
"Mom..I'm not a fan!"
ahhh yes...watching tv these days is the perfect breeding ground for a matchbox parking lot..
Mr. Jack in full bloom
our Bradford Pear tree..ok, I lied, it's my nieghbors! ;)
OUR Bradford Pear..nearly fully in bloom :)
product of the Bradford Pear tree in bloom...Mr. Allergies has arrived!
