My friend, Chris, and I made three diaper trikes today. We used the tutorial on Southern Fried Gal’s website, and they turned out so cute, don’t you think???
She is donating two and gifting one. The donation to Hastings Total Life Care was deeply appreciated. Chris is such a blessing to everyone around her. I’m honored to call her my friend.
After we’d finished the trikes and she headed off to home, I decided it was a good time to hand scrub my kitchen floor. I had Dude set up with a Backyardigans and thought I was in the clear. Not so much. As I’m on my hands and knees, getting into the corners and using a Magic Eraser on any bad spots, I hear from across the room a big “Yee-haa!” and then feel a leg on my back. Apparently it wasn’t scrubbing time to my 22 month old, it was horsie ride time! I repeatedly had to remove him from my back. After all, it’s not often mommy scrubs the floor. I mop, I steam mop, I swiffer, but the corners were ucky and it needed an old fashioned scrub. Plus I pulled up my winter rug and it was too gross to mop under. It needed a magic eraser in spots. To a 22 month old, mommy on her hands and knees and dragging a big sloshy bucket around just looked like so much fun! We can lean over and blow at the bubbles on the surface of the water and giggle maniacally as they pop. Then we can grab mommys rag and run for the living room, again giggling maniacally. Throwing the rag at the TV has the added impact of mommy’s head exploding. Wheeeee! What fun! The funniest part was when I was working on a particularly tough mark on the floor, and he couldn’t help himself. A big raspberry needed to be blown on mommys back, right where the gap between jeans and shirt had opened up. That’s when I called it quits and decided I’d finish after the kids go to bed tonight. Apparently my son needed some play time.