At this particular minute, there are no dishes to wash around here. Ahhhhh. Are we the only family that just can't keep on top of dishes? Peter even enjoys "helping" by playing in the bubbles with the scrub brush, so it's not that I have to wait until he's sleeping. We hardly have any counter space, but we can go 4 or 5 days without washing sometimes--it's pathetic. I'm not sure we'd be any better with a dishwasher, since the rinsing part is what holds us up. We tend to throw our dirty washcloths down the basement stairs (wow, it sounds like we live in a mud pit now) onto a ledge and some ants have discovered this now that it's warmer, so I'm trying to get them all the way to the washing machine faster. The problem is that we keep a non-swinging baby gate in front of the basement stairs to let the cat through but keep the baby out, and it seems so much trouble to remove the gate just to get rid of a washcloth.
Anyway, there are now piles of clean dishes on all of our flat kitchen surfaces (the only thing more annoying than washing dishes is drying them, since time will do that without my help). I also rid our bedroom of all the small scattered toys that I trip over at 2am and found 3 of our 4 overdue library board books to return (got the fourth renewed). What piece of furniture are you hiding under, "Caillou's Birth"? It's amazing how many toys can accumulate under a couch.
Continuing in my anti-procrastinating ways, I finally called the guy our realtor recommended for fixing up our house. Unlike the plumbing man, who said he'd call last week but never did and the electrician, with whom I left a message last week and tried callling a couple other times, this guy actually answered his phone. He's going to come next week to give us an estimate and he'll be able to do the work in June. I was pretty excited about that, then the missing electrician called during dinner and he's going to come TOMORROW MORNING to hook up the bathroom wall sconces and entry fixture. Once that happens, we can start fixing the main bathroom wall, since we'll know where all the holes ought to be. I'm going back to the hardware store to find the plumbing guy tomorrow and maybe he'll be able to pretty up the sink pipes before the overall-fixit-guy gives his estimate. We were planning to finish all the little things around the kitchen over the weekend, but maybe we'll be able to deal with the bathroom after all. Last weekend, we made a disturbingly long list of all the things we need to do before listing the house, plus an almost-as-long wish list of additional work. I would love it if we could get this house into the condition it deserves before selling it. It looks like the earliest we'll list it would be in early fall. If it's all nice and we end up spending another winter here, at least we'll be able to enjoy it before the spring selling rush. When I took over two weeks to call this carpenter guy, I pretty much abandoned the idea of selling this spring.
This apron top has been sitting on my desk waiting to be blocked for a month, but today was the swap deadline, so it finally got done. Peter is supposed to be getting a pair of shorts knit by another soaker mama, so I'll post a photo of him modelling those once they arrive. I'm excited to have something that someone else knit, since I'm too cheap to pay for them! Also, these shorts (medium extra rise Peace Fleece Baikal-Superior Green) are being lanolized.
And, for the cutest photo of the day, we have Peter, wearing some edible packing peanuts. To be fair, Dan stuck them on his own head, too. Reminds me of the photos my parents took of me, age one, covered in clothespins. They taught me how to pin them onto my clothes. I guess all parents feel the need to laugh at their kids while they have the chance.