Our basement is a mess. Like....all the time. Dan or I go down there every other day to clean it, but no matter how sparkling it gets, it's always a disaster just hours later. It drives me NUTS.
Maybe because I'm a little OCD. I like things to be organized and clean. I like all the Toy Story toys in one basket while all the legos are in another. The puzzles should all be in their boxes, and every piece of my clothing is color-coded...(I've realized I own a lot of black and brown). I like lines on the floor from the vacuum. But there are never vacuum lines in the basement. Puzzles are always thrown into drawers, Woody hangs out with the lego policemen, and Jamie's clothes are usually on the floor.
Today the kids wanted to swim, but I told them that before we could swim, we needed to clean.
So we cleaned. Really, we picked up because I couldn't lug the vacuum all the way downstairs by myself. I mean, I could, but I didn't want to. What?...I'm pregnant.
I guess Maria had extra time because she baked some cookies and left them on the bed for me, too.
And somewhere, Jamie is running around naked because his clothes are on a pile on his (perfectly "dressed") bed.
His books could use a little organizing and that basket on the top right is a little overfilled, but I'll let it go.
This one looks much better. Oh, probably because I did it.
I helped him clean his room, because he just "can't clean his room all by himself." It "makes him tired and he just wants to sleep." Sounds a little made up.
So anyway, we made a pile of garbage (there was a lot), a pile of things to go in baskets, and a pile of things to go in Maria and/or Alice's room.
Olivia and the "love" bear did not go in the Maria/Alice pile. He insisted they lived in his room.
And so does Barbie.
And before Daddy and Papa have a heart attack.....so did his many, many trucks.
Then it was time to swim.
In the bath.
And we pretended it was a beach, so we also packed our beach towels.
Oooooh, Jamie has lots of tricks. One of them being nailing Maria in the face with his feet while he does a twirly whirl. Impressive.
And I feel horrible for our guests who stayed with us last. Apparently our faucet is broken because the water only gets lukewarm. Oh, well, I told them (the kids, not our last houseguests) we were in Mexico. Mexican water isn't hot.
They loved the whole thing. They loved wearing their swimsuits in the bath, playing with toys that usually aren't tubby toys, and they laughed and laughed the whole time.
And Jamie showed us his underwater swimming.
Again, impressive.
And Ria, just like with most things in life, was just thrilled.
And after I snapped a few pictures, I headed down the hall to watch a little TV.
But only got 20 minutes into it before the kids came out with chattering teeth.
They were done.
The bathroom floor was soaked, the kids were tired, and the swimming was over.
Ahhh, but that 20 minutes of mama time was enough.
And then Jamie ran around in his swimsuit for a while. This adorable, tiny, European style swimsuit. This one is totally worn (you can see all the little balls of material on it), but don't you worry. I ordered a couple more for him. Because at 4 years old, he doesn't care what he wears, and as long as I can get away with these little swim shorts, I'm going to.
Happy Friday!
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