I reassigned chores last week. Liberty got the newly-created job to make lunch. Every day we scramble, eat random, and make more messes than any nine people ought to be able to create during one meal. It’s a free for all of huge proportions. Now, Liberty took it over. She has plans. Organized is her middle name. She made soup and garlic bread and it was fabulous. Clean up was faster. I don’t know why it took me 15 years to think of this.
I took away Stellan’s pacifier. He’s handling it better than I expected. He still gets it in bed, and other than a momentary break down when he had to put it in his bed after his nap, he has just gone with it. I’m surprised, since he had it in his mouth about 23½ hours a day up to now. My baby is growing up.
Stellan can’t figure out how to walk in grass and typically chooses not to crawl in it, but today he crawled all the way across the grass to get to the pile of gravel I cleaned from the flower beds and hadn’t spread on the driveway yet. He loves dirt. Such the boy.
And… We doubled our pet population. Brothers Bean and Totoro moved in last week. They are Lionhead rabbits. The kids are over the moon. Why my dishpan got donated to the care and keeping of Bean and Ro… No one’s talking.