socks and stuff

i have so many things i should be cleaning right now.

clothes, diapers, dishes, floors, toilets, counter tops, windows...

cleaning with a Taz tornado is sort of a buzz kill. you don't get that great satisfying feeling of looking at the good job you did...because everything you clean is immediately covered with a new mess as the tornado follows your around....

Milo can hear the dishwasher open from 2 floors away and comes hauling ass into the kitchen to climb inside and chuck knives at me. then he runs to his room and grabs toys and throws them in the dishwasher, along with his sippy cup, socks, sandwich...

it is a super fun game.

see how instead of cleaning, i am blogging? so glad to be back and have another excuse to procrastinate.

let's talk about laundry for a family of 4 plus cloth diapers.

annoying.

remember when you lived alone and laundry was like once a week....or maybe once every 2 weeks....and you would walk tot the laundromat with one basket and it took maybe 2 loads and you read a book and sipped a latte and watched clothes spin in dryers and it all felt so indie movie-esque and sort of grown up in a cool college way?

i don't remember those days either.

because my brain is mush and i am swimming in laundry. piles of man socks. how many socks does one man need? i think Dan has 5000 pairs of white socks. baby PJ's. tween jeans. disgusting cloth diapers (who's idea was this?) and of course all my elastic waist loungewear...because i refuse to wear anything that makes me feel fatter...like anything that isn't pajamas. everything i own has a Milo handprint in yogurt smeared on it. last night i took off my tanktop and half a granola bar fell out.


i thought this was the future. where is my fucking laundry robot?


on a side note: nothing, NOTHING, inspires me to clean, like watching an episode of hoarders.

a season has come and gone.

ok. it has been too long. i will blog. i will. i know i have said this before.....this time i mean it because we FINALLY HAVE INTERNET. it has been years. i mean, yes we have 3g and ipads and iphones.....but i apparently only blog from my laptop on the internet.


nothing really all that exciting is going on, i mean, other than the internet. i am happy and fat and baking with pumpkin every day. summer was great. we did a good amount of summertime fun activities like pool and sprinkler and bbqs and sleepovers on the deck and mommy drank a good amount of vodka mixed with lemonade.

Now it is fall and all is cozy. i busted out the crockpot. i dusted off the uggs and found my favorite scarf.

i want to get knocked up again...but my body has other plans i guess. i am still breastfeeding. Gasp! what? ew! i know. Tell him that because he thinks it is COOL as hell. the boy loves nursing and is showing no signs of slowing down.

i feel very ho-hum these days... i am content and happy....but i feel like i need a kick in the ass. i wear jams all day. i shower once a week. ok, maybe twice. i don't wear makeup. i only wear my glasses. so..yes, i let myself go. it happens. i should start running again but the babysitter moved and i hate running strollers.

i am boring myself to tears even writing this.

i blame the internet, but really i stopped blogging because i have turned into a lump of boring, dumb chub. my brain is mush.

enough about me and how awesome i am, lets talk about Milo.
he is 16 month and likes to climb on everything. like the dining room table. and once up there he does a little tapdance. he likes to run around and destroy stuff. like he'll rip books down from the book case and rip pages out and when you are picking up the books he will run to the laundry basket of clean, folded clothes and in a blur they are all over the house and he is screaming and dumping his leaky sippy cup all over everything and as you are picking up the clothes he takes off his diaper and pees on the floor and then stomps in it and.....
well, you get the point.
but he also will grab my hand and hold it in the cutest way and lead me around....and he likes to play with his little cars and trains and he loves books and will bring me a book and plop down in my lap and cuddle in and i melt every time. oh i love it.

i am still babywearing. still cloth diapering, still breastfeeding. and back to having another baby daydream....but that is another post...

here are some pics: