Laundry

Remember when you guys would be little piles of "laundry" and yell for dad? 

"Dad there's some dirty laundry on the floor!"

Dad would scoop you up and put you through all of the cycles and would even dry you. Laughter would fill the air and usually someone would say, "do it again daddy!" Only one time I heard a thud instead of shrill. A little scary for dad. 

Our new house hasn't been filled with those requests because of shoulder problems. Now that the shoulder is feeling better the back problem allowed you do it on the couch. 

We usually have piles of laundry all over the house. A pile of pond clothes, a pile of wet swim towels, a pile of pond towels, a pile of Jacob's pjs and Julia's dirty socks. I'm sure we will miss those piles some day. But nothing brings me greater joy than seeing a little toddler covered up by our favorite frog, duck or dog towels. I would love to find those towels in bigger sizes so you could take them to college with you. Instead I'll just box these up as you outgrow them and hope that your cuteness doesn't leave you anytime soon.