Gametes In Love

We spent the day yesterday cleaning up our home. We tidied up, vacuumed, and did laundry. Well, come laundry folding time (a task I HATE by the way), I was on the floor with G by my side making my piles of clothes. I was doing pretty well with the folding under I turned around to see this:

Yes, mommy has a little helper — he wanted to fold the t-shirts himself. Doesn’t he look Oh so proud of himself? I’m excited at the prospect for someone else wanting to do folding. Child labor laws don’t apply when it’s your own kid, right?

In other news, we’re moving forward with enclosing the patio off of our master bedroom. The cleaning of the house, believe it or not is because of our renovation. You see, because we live in a planned development we not only need to apply for a building permit, but we have to get our project be approved by the city planning commission first. This means a formal, public hearing where we have to notify our 300 ft radius worth neighbors. We needed to hold an open-house and give our neighbors an opportunity to come and talk to us about our project. Yes, all this to enclose a 11×12 ft existing patio, in the back of our house, not seen by anyone. No neighbors came, which is just fine by me. I got exactly what I wanted out of this week-end: no renovation complaints, with the added bonus of a clean house. Now wish us luck!

A few years ago S and I went to a party in the city. This house was was immaculately remodeled. It was even wired for sound, with speakers in the walls and ceilings allowing you to listen to music wherever you were. I envied this.

Well, yesterday I realized I don’t have to envy it any more because my own house is now wired for sound. You too can have this:

• Step 1: acquire baby (this step is optional)
• Step 2: obtain baby monitor
• Step 3: place main transmitter in room with (optional) child and reasonably close to a laptop or other sound-producing device
• Step 4: place receivers around the house
• Step 5: play music

Bingo! You now have music throughout the house.

Now in my case, I’ll be listening to the rockin’ stylings of lullabies throughout the day in my living room, but you can make sound selections of your choice (or your child’s choice).