Thursday, April 15, 2010
She's our social butterfly.
She HATES being alone.
Some may call her clingy or co-dependent. But we'll go with social. She would much rather sleep next to a kicking, squawking Grace than in peaceful solitude. She would much rather nap in the kitchen with us banging pots and pans than in her quiet room. She would much rather me carry her all around the house than sit in her bouncy seat alone.
So, the other day when she was feeling lonely, I carried her with me to switch out the laundry. I bent down and precariously balanced her on my thigh as I used my one free hand to transfer the clothes from the dryer to the laundry basket. Accomplishing this task made me feel especially proud of my multi-tasking abilities. But then I look down at the basket. Over at Claire. Down at the basket. Back over at Claire.
There is no way I can carry both of these upstairs at once.
Or can I?
Plus 10 points for ingenuity. Minus 30 points for putting my three-month-old in with the laundry.
Hey, at least it was clean.