Laundry piles.

Laundry piles should really be considered a decoration in our house. I don't know if we have the worlds smallest hamper (granted, we do put clothes for two adults and two kiddies in it)...but that effing thing is full every morning. I feel really proud of myself (pathetic, i know) when I can see the bottom of the laundry basket...but, that usually only lasts for a few hours. Sometimes I'll take the laundry out of the hamper and move it to a basket closer to the door to the laundry room...but it doesn't seem to actually get done. I keep hoping I'll come around the corner and it will be gone...like someone has magically washed it all and put it away. Nope. No maids around here folks. Just one busy momma who has twenty other million things to do before she goes to bed...and has realized that laundry...can wait until tomorrow. Or...next Tuesday...who knows :)

Attachment...

My newest little attachment. I don't know if girls are just totally different than boys, or maybe all babies are just a little different...but Tyler never clung to me like Ms. Sienna does. She wants to be near me all the time. She loves to be held, sat with, sung to, smiled at...she just soaks every little bit of it up. I now find myself putting my little baby backpack on just so I can get the housework done. Maybe I do it because she cries if I don't....maybe I do it because secretly I love every second of it...even if it makes daily chores 100 times harder...and maybe...I do it....because this just might be the last time I experience having a newborn. It goes by so fast. People tell you, and you think you know what they mean, but until you watch your little baby go to kindergarten, or ride the bus home for the first time...it won't really hit you. She'll be five months old on Saturday, and the next 7 months are the last few months where she is really truly a baby. By the time she turns one...she'll be walking, talking, eating what we eat for dinner....changing into being a little girl. As stressed out as I may get sometimes, or as much as I complain about having no free time at all...I adore my babies. I am proud that my baby boy is becoming a little man...and, I like my new attachment. I wouldn't change it for the world.