Spreading Joy

On Sunday you toddle around going from person to person.  You climb on laps and get people to hand you keys and let you play with their programs. You love Sister Harris.  She is from Scotland and I love her accent too.  You sit on her lap and then you come back to Mommy and Daddy for a minute and then you go back to Sister Harris.  She whispers in your ear and you sit and listen to her. You come back to get books or sippy cups and take them to Sister Harris.  At the end of Sacrament I pick you up and Sister Harris tells me how you spread joy.  You spread happiness wherever you go. And I know it is true.

This Is 6:00

It's 6:00. Despite 30 minutes of furious cleaning my house still looks like a disaster zone. The baby wants to both be held and put down at the same time. The husband worked late to finish a project. The caffeine has worn off and I've had entirely too much chocolate cake for today. I'm done. Except I still have to figure out something for dinner, finish the laundry, unload the dishwasher so I can load the dishwasher, do something about the tornado cleanup, and put a baby to bed. And for some reason the baby now HATES her high chair. She won't let me go near it to put her in it. She screams and arches her back, and if I do manage to put her in it she gets hysterical and won't eat. So, I figured out if I put a video on my laptop she will magically watch it and let me put her in the high chair and feed her. Only, that's not a good long term solution nor a good precedent to set. 

My goal for tonight is to simply get the baby in bed and maybe sit on the couch watching The Bachelorette and perhaps fold the laundry that's been in the dryer for a week. And eat another slice of chocolate cake. And tomorrow I will start fresh, it will be a new day.