When we went to Sears last week, the whole place was filled with yellow sale balloons. Cailin's mouth turned into a perfect O shape and all we could hear was, "Oooooooooh!" She pointed to the veritable sea of yellow balloons and grunted her request: Gimme one!
Being a responsible parent, I pulled one off a display (complete with pointy stick) and handed it to her. She loved it! She ran all over the place while we tried mostly in vain to shop for a bed and bedding for her. Bed? Ordered. Bedding? Ha ha ha. I'm making her a comforter myself. Or I might cheat and use the twin sized comforter from her Hello Kitty set. We're not entirely sure when we're even going to set up her toddler bed, so she might not need much of a blanket if it's closer to summer.
The balloon hangs out with Cailin for most of the day. It's used as a weapon to beat poor Bailey with, though she's not too concerned about the balloon. She's very concerned if Cailin is wielding a wooden spoon however. The balloon is getting smaller and more wrinkly as the days go by, and I hope I have a few replacements left over from Cailin's birthday to replace this one when the inevitable happens.
Also? Cailin picked something up off the floor yesterday and examined it. She's forever picking up lint and such, and true to form, tried to feed whatever it was she had found to Bailey. Bailey, normally a great fan of lint, bits of paper and other floor fodder, wouldn't eat what Cailin was offering to her. Instead, Cailin brought it to me and put it in my hand. It was a dog tooth. Specifically, one of Bailey's teeth. I searched her mouth for the missing tooth, and confirmed that yes, one of her bottom smallish molars had indeed fallen out. I'm not sure who's tooth it would be besides Bailey's; not sure why I had to check. This makes me sad, Bailey is going to be seven in a few months and this is the first real sign of her aging. She doesn't act a day over four though.
We've also been busy trying to fit all the Christmas stuff into our tiny house. Which brings us to our next big project. Operation: Make This House Bigger. Mostly? We're going to donate every single last thing in this house that we aren't using, haven't seen in years or are keeping in the off chance that we might need it one day. Anything that's not worth donating is going to the garbage. I might sell a few of the more pricey items, but we'll have to see. We need the space this junk is taking up.
Today I tackled the upstairs bathroom. One garbage bag of stuff later, I feel loads lighter. All my perfumes I've had for years? Gone. Hair product I don't use? Stinky shampoo that makes my hair feel like straw? Gone. It's all gone, the bathroom is super clean and I feel way better already. The downstairs bathroom I did a few months ago - installed a huge shelving unit, organized our things and I'm still happy with how it's working out.
I'm scared to start on the kitchen, so I'll probably save that for last. Cailin can reach and unpack all the lower cupboards and drawers, so it might defeat the purpose of cleaning and organizing it anyway.
Now to tackle the enormous amount of laundry.
