Once upon a time I married a man who constantly left messes. I would complain, yell, drop not so subtle hints about his untidy habits, but nothing changed his ways.
Until now.
Daddy had become the neat freak I never knew existed in him. If so much as one little Cheerio hits the floor, it's on with the vacuum. He's constantly following behind the kids with Windex, washing away little sticky finger prints that cover the coffee table and glass doors around knee high. I'm losing my mind here! He literally vacuumed the family room 7 times in one day! Let no dust bunny accumulate here!
Sterling and Ella had better watch out- he's going to vacuum the crumbs right off their little shirts!
If Daddy thinks he can keep a tidy house with two 11 month old babies running around, he has another thing coming! Ella makes sure to create a little more of a mess by unloading each and every DVD onto the floor. But with a grin like that, I doubt she'll be in very much trouble!
I haven't caught any official steps on tape yet, but don't worry, we're keeping the camcorder handy. This little guy is absolutely determined to walk. At this point he is regularly cruising, holding onto only one hand. He'll "walk" between Michael and myself, but he's refusing to let go of that last hand. I think it's only a matter of confidence at this point.
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