Mason talks all day. Just a constant chatter. When it gets quite I worry. Like with this last illness he didn't make a sound and it was just weird.
Mason was helping with laundry by taking clothes out of basket and making his own piles. He was also quite helpful by getting all his toys out of the ball pit and throwing them all over the room.
After Mason went to bed I was able to fold clothes and put away toys so that I could go to bed with a clean house. I even got to vaccuum thanks to the for dog tearing the stuffing out of one of his ducks.
I have decided that I could use a day off. A whole day where I didn't have to worry about if the baby was gettng changed and fed or if the dog was being let outside and fed or if my husband had on the right jeans for work. A day where I didn't have to go to the store or remind hubby to buy milk. A whole day where I didn't have to open the fridge and decide what was for supper. Maybe in about 17 years I will get one of those days. Maybe...