Still no insurance for my baby. sigh....... Just as Arun and I are discovering that even when a cabinet door has locks on it, he can still manage to squash his fingers in it. Again, with the sigh. I am pretty proud of myself, I am trying really, really hard not to obsess over it and am doing an okay job with that. It still makes me sick to my stomach when I DO think about it, though.
At least things are somewhat okay with my dad. They are still figuring things out, but he is home now.
This weekend is crazy - today is wading pool, then dinner with friends and I still need to finish up some things for planning on X’s company picnic tomorrow for which I am a co-organizer. Tomorrow IS the picnic, then Average Jane’s cookout tomorrow evening which I really, REALLY hope I can make. Then, Sunday is Father’s day. Next week? Las Vegas Grandma is coming to Town! She will stay one night with us and I am very excited for Arun to finally meet his only Indian granny. The downside? I need to desperately clean our house. The upside? I needed to clean anyway.
As usual, I am going to lean heavily on some Simian Snappage for the remainder of today’s post:
But What Would His Sherpa Have to Say?
Every man has his Everest. Arun is obsessed with this step - it took him the longest time to actually hoist his chubby thighs over it and even now, he prefers to just crawl over to it, bang away for awhile, then crawl over to something else. Unless there is a cat waiting by the door to get out. Talk about grease lightening. Now, if I could just train him to OPEN the door, he could start helping out in a new capacity as Doorman to the Felines. After he gets insurance, of course.
Airing out the Dirty Laundry
I was desperate to get some laundry done, but “someone” needed to be held and cuddled all day long. Like, ALL DAY LONG. So, to distract him, I stuck him in the laundry basket and emptied the dryer load on top of him. I hit the Motherload of Entertainment Mileage - he happily sat in there ENTIRE time I put away laundry.