Yesterday was laundry day. Nathan ran out of onesies on Sunday, but I just hadn't gotten around to laundry this week. Grocery shopping, marathon-long presidency meetings, and an unwillingness to come back from vacation all got in the way. Finally, it was time. Nathan was out of pajamas.
The difficulty with the pajamas is that Chad loves to sleep cold. In his perfect world, we would sleep with the window open all winter long, even when we lived in Boston. Once Nathan was born, I finally had some leverage in this "discussion" so the house is kept at a semi-reasonable temperature. Semi-reasonable for big kids, and requiring warm, footy pajamas for babies. So running out of pajamas for Nathan means that no matter what, it's laundry day.
Nathan loves laundry day. He loves to play with anything that I'm folding, especially sheets and his clothes. He tries to grab for anything he can reach so that he can "help" me with the laundry. What a nice little kid. We were on the floor folding laundry, and Nathan really wanted to play with his blue towels. He tried just reaching for them, but he couldn't quite make it. So, for the first time in his short life, he marginally crawled forward and got to the blue towels! He certainly isn't going to win any speed races anytime soon, but Nathan *finally* figured out forward motion! Hallelujah! Now, it's time to babyproof the house :)
2 comments:
Yah! Way to go Nathan. He was so close in Utah , I knew it would happen soon.
Hooray! Go Nathan go! See, all you needed was good enough bait! How could any baby resist fresh laundry! (And especially Nathan!)
Ben and I have the same fight about temperature. Well, more of a guerilla war with the thermostat. I like it cold, he likes it warm. Maybe he should get some body fat...
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