Monday, September 15, 2008

please come clean my floors

My daughter is seriously mobile now. Which means she crawls (still army man style) across our living room, into the kitchen, and checks out everything along the way. She's slow, but it gets her where she wants to go. Today I let her poke around the kitchen while I ate lunch. When I went to pick her up she was dusty. Yuck, I need to clean my floors.

Which, incidently, is why my mom started really cleaning her floors. Her little kids would have dirty knees from crawling around on them, and that just didn't seem right. I agree, and now floor washing is moving higher on my priority list.