so, it's no wonder i am a little overwhelmed when other little pesky tasks crop up. things like laundry (sometimes it's all i can do not to cry while looking for something, anything that doesn't need to be ironed and isn't streaked with dried peas), dishes (surprisingly, it doesn't take long to drown in tiny plastic bowls), paying bills (you mean it costs money to live like this?!), etc. thankfully, P has now taken over the job of mopping the floor.
he is crawling, although i use the term loosely. he uses both his arms and legs to scoot around, but he doesn't pick his tummy up off the ground. he moves with surprising speed toward any piece of trash in his line of sight. he is less motivated to "come to mommy." instead, he'll look up at me and wiggle his little arms and legs wildly like a beached whale until i come pick him up. unless i have an expensive electronic device in my hand, i.e. the camera. then he's all over it.because P also drools constantly (waiting for a few more teeth -- we're up to 5!), the front of every shirt he owns is streaked with dirt that i can't even see. he drools on the floor, then scoots over it, sopping up the drool and microscopic pieces of dirt with his tummy as he shuffles by. as for things that are not microscopic and unobservable ... P finds those, makes his way to them in record time, and promptly puts them in his mouth. assuming the spot can be removed from its secure placement ground into the floor. this morning i thought about moving everything out of the living room and spending the day scrubbing the tile, but i think it is a better use of my time and money to buy stock in spray-n-wash and/or sit on the couch watching P wiggle on the floor while shopping online for more cute outfits. the kid grows like a weed anyway. plus, even if i were to eliminate the dirt on the floor, there would still be crushed up cherrios. and the entire apricot i gave him this morning that he smeared over his entire body and then let dry in the sun.
still, my goal this weekend was to baby-proof the house before P picks up much more speed. fail. i hope to at least hide some cords and move the dangerous chemicals up up up before the end of the day. more likely i will be relying on my intense vigilance to identify and remedy immediate threats as they come. oh and i need to scrub the tub before i put P's shiny hiney in there. he isn't necessarily too big for his baby tub anymore, but he's definitely too sneaky for it. he is days away from figuring out how to crawl out of it to get to the shower curtain (ew). luckily, he is tough. or he'd better be, on many levels, if he's going to survive 17 1/2 more years of aaron and i, live up to his namesake, and take the clemson tigers to a national championship.
hrm, and now that images of the heebie-jeebies taking over my home and my baby while i make an ill-fated attempt to sleep and function as an adult are running through my head, i must desert the internet to clean up its own messes...
