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Before I get a reputation that I don't deserve regarding good laundry practices, I feel I should clarify that when I say "darks", I mean anything that has even a hint of color. This explains why the outfit Holly is sporting in this picture was one of the casualties. With the purchase of our new washer last May, I've managed to whittle down the number of loads of laundry I do each week to three: whites, darks, and towels/sheets. Thanks to my bad laundry habits, every time I throw stuff in the wash I assume that it's a gamble that things will come out looking the way they went in. Last Spring I picked up a set of totally awesome, ridiculously expensive, but finally on sale, Pottery Barn Kids dark blue tie-dyed sheets for Henry. Since I had to wash them before he used them, I put them in with our white sheets to kill the proverbial two birds with one stone. When I pulled everything out, our white sheets had a distinct blue sheen. Dave noticed it while we were making the bed and I launched into how they don't look blue, they really just look whiter thanks to the blue balancing out the yellow that was in the white. He totally bought it. Or at least pretended he did. And that is what makes our marriage work, lying and good acting.

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The last two times I did a load of darks, I washed:

1. pants
2. shirts
3. socks
4. underwear
5. chapstick (cherry)
6. chapstick (cherry) (organic)
7. a Drumstick wrapper (empty)
8. Swiss Army USB drive
9. a blue pen

The blue pen was the one that would have made me cry if I actually got all that worked up over doing laundry. The only truly sad part was the day before, I *finally* had a chance to buy Holly an outfit. As soon as I got home I washed it so she could wear it the next day. She had it on for approximately two hours before she spit up all over it and it ended up in the laundry again, naturally landing in the wash with the blue pen. Maybe fate is telling me I have really bad taste in baby girl clothes. Maybe Holly is too. Or maybe I should actually check Dave's pockets before throwing his pants in the wash. My only defense is Dave buys pants that have 40,000 pockets and he seems to use every single one of them. Who has the time?

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Friday evening we had Elsa and her adult contingent (plus her new baby brother) over for an impromptu bbq. Henry and Elsa wreaked much havoc and raised much ruckus and so Henry didn't get to bed until about nine or a little after. That, combined with getting up around 7AM all week to make it school, made for an interesting day yesterday. He actually kept it together surprisingly well. We got up around 7AM, kicked around the house during the morning, then at 1 headed out to my friend Jasmine's house so she could meet Holly. Her son was in town for the weekend and what with all the adult talking and baby snuggling going on, we ended up staying longer than we had thought we would. Henry occupied himself by hanging out in Jasmine's papasan chair and generally wandering around, checking things out. A couple of hours later found us at Target where I shopped, Henry and Dave had a snack, we all hung out in the car while I fed Holly, then we all went back in to Target to look at closet organizers and Halloween costumes. Dave and I knew Henry was spiraling down to the point of no return when he started running in circles around the aisles and generally not listening to us. After we paid, Dave hustled the boxes and Holly to the car while I hustled Henry to the bathroom. As we were walking out of the store Henry zig-zagged his way through the store security towers to the double doors and when we got outside he just fell over. Literally. I don't even think he tripped over his own feet. A woman behind him said she saw the floor pop up and trip him, after which he stood himself up, looked a little dazed and embarrassed, then sprinted to our car. He spent part of the ride home doing his best impression of a bobble-head, and by the time we pulled into our driveway he was out like a light. He and Dave stayed in the car for a bit while I took Holly in, fed her, and got dinner in the oven. It was impressive. It took four years, but I think we finally wore him out.

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1. The following conversation I had with Henry Saturday evening:
henry: What's the story with the pancake situation?
me: What?
henry: The pancake situation...
me: As in the pancakes we had for breakfast?
henry: Yup.
me: We finished eating them. At breakfast. Hours ago.
henry: Oh. Good.

"Pancake situation"? The kid's talking more and more like his mom everyday. Scary.

2. Listening to Holly grunt and groan in the wee hours of the morning, trying to get some gas out. Every time she toots or poops I want to stand up and cheer because she's putting in such a man-sized effort.

3. The fact that, despite the wee-hours-in-the-morning grunting sessions, she's a pretty good sleeper. Granted, we've been working really hard at getting her to be a good sleeper, I think she also brings a certain laid-back attitude to the mix. I'm better rested now with an almost one-month-old than I was during my last month of pregnancy. Not shabby. And not at all like it was with Henry. I'm totally grateful over here. Now if only I could get Dave to go to bed at a decent hour...

4. We got a drawing in the mail on Saturday that features a little girl holding an umbrella. Holly's name is worked into the picture (ie. "Holly" is written in the shape of the umbrella, her middle name is the little girl's arm, and her last name makes up her dress), and it also has her birth date, weight, and height. It's absolutely adorable. We also have no idea who sent it to us. We don't recognize the name on the return address, nor do either of our sets of parents. Intrigue! So if it was you, tell us. Google was surprisingly unhelpful.

5. All of the meals we've been getting from people in our playgroup. It's such an enormous help. We're really feeling the love over here.

6. Dave put this up on his status bar on Facebook last Friday and as of yesterday I was still laughing about it: "Dave while sleep deprived and lecturing at 8am, said 'elephants' when he meant 'elements'." Actually, I can say that as of right now I'm still laughing about it.

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