Thinking the warning "High Efficiency detergent only" label on my washer was just a suggestion.
Stupid does...
Using regular detergent anyway.
We all laughed because...
At the end of a long hard day it just felt better than crying or getting mad. We laughed because Gillian Grace came tearing around the corner in her walker covered in the remnants of a teething biscuit and tried to eat the bubbles oozing from our washer. And we laughed because in spite of all the mess and the day to day ups and downs, we have a great life.
4 comments:
Oh. my. word. Cute post! I love Gillian's name. We almost named our Alise that!
HOW cute is that!! So glad I found your blog! Adorable.
Though, I will forgive you for being a gator fan (though I live in Florida, I am not a gator fan, we are Kentuckians. But that's not to say that I wouldn't love for Tim Tebow to be a role model for my kiddo! :-)
Something strangely similar happened to me only I was in junior high and my mom wasn't really into laughing about it...wait I think it was the dishwasher. Anyway, you get the point :)
That lil GG is too Adorable!
Love this post. You know I think the definition of motherhood is sleep deprivation - so we always have an out when these things happen.
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