Now that Leyna is becoming increasingly mobile on these hardwood floors, this is looking less and less crazy.
She’s not quite crawling yet, but she’s rolling and scooting everywhere. The dogs are shedding like they dream of becoming hairless cats, and every time I pick her up from the floor, she’s plastered in dog hair.
It’s easy to get disgusted by it when it’s a sweet pink romper that’s picking everything up, but if it’s an actual mop? And it’s just serving it’s purpose? I mean, let’s give the girl a job! Put her in a mop-romper and send her on her way.
I’m only half joking about all this. Bonus for the extra padding on her soft, fat knees. Maybe I can fashion a mop helmet, too, to protect her head from windowsill edges and also to clean cobwebs from the corners.
Kendall is 3 years 2 months (and I would have DIED before I let him roll around in such filth) and Leyna is nearly 7 months (and so very obviously my second child).