Day Seventy Nine

I cannot imagine being seventeen months old and stubbing your toe (pretty bad, big toe, skin flap and all) and not saying a word about it. In retrospect I know when it happened, she fell forward on the pavement, did not make any commotion, just got up and continued on her way. I dont know about you, but the last time I stubbed my big toe and had a skin flap, I howled for hours.

She has got some kind of temperament, or no nerve endings.

Wow, it is going to be a picture-less day I guess.

The last few days have been so busy, just having the house back and trying to clean, fix, mend, whatever it takes to get everything ship shape. Of course I want to do it all in one day, but that is another blog’s story.

I realized I must have gotten a little bit kooky during the remodel (that was supposed to be 6-8 and ran 13 weeks). I Went to Target a lot and bought lots of cleaning supplies because I was sure I needed them. Now I have a cupboard filled with cleaning supplies (many duplicates), but that is just fine by me, cause I don’t have to go to Target as much, right?


Last thoughts:

It is really not cool to let poopy diapers lay around the house for hours.

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