Holy Moly

Having a newborn--especially one that likes to spit up--has increased my frequency of washing clothes. Lately, all the laundry has turned into one of my tricks to keep Clark out of trouble while I'm tending to Lana. He gets a thrill from pulling all the clothes out of the dryer, taking a ride in the basket (if I'm available), then dumping its contents all over my floor. Once the laundry is spread all over the floor he stays busy for quite a while throwing it into the air and shouting "holy moly!"

Despite scattering clean clothes everywhere, Clark is learning to put some of his own away, namely his PJ's and underwear. We're still working on the rest.