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Must clean house! If ya'll could see my place right now, you would probably slap me! It has been a crazy week. My husband and I have been getting ready for this event that we were dancing/singing in (he danced and I sang), so we were in and out of the house all week. Desi is the coolest because he hung tough with us through it all. But now even he will say, dirty mommy...clean up (as he nods to gain my approval of his comment). I wish I had a maid and a cook because cooking and cleaning are the two things that I do the most at home. Such wishful thinking will get me nowhere! LOL!

Anyway, Desi helps in his own little way. He  loves to sweep and put his little dishes away. He has also become the little chef. He loves helping with the PBJ's. He will ask me, "Doing mommy?" and I will say (for example), "Oh, mommy's just putting the dishes away." Desi will nod his head and say, "help?" I love it! I just hope that he will continue to offer his help when he gets older.

Okay so, I've got to purge some of Desi's clothes. That is definitely going to be a task. I have to admit that I hate, hate, hate getting rid of the clothes Desi can't fit. It's such a task. I'm going to have to do it though because his room is looking crazy and we can never find clothes that actually fit him because his old clothes are still hanging around. Ugh! Can I just chill on an island somewhere for a minute or two? I just need a moment.

Well, I'm going to close up for the night. Before I do that, here are some cute things Desi is saying.

Turn on muskick! (turn on the music)
Desi has a dolphin shirt and after I put it on him tonight he said, "Golphin!" He pretends to eat them (any fishy looking thing he tries to eat because it reminds him of his favorite snack - goldfish) and says, "eatin da golphin mommy!" Hilarious and disturbing at the same time! LOL!

I know that I've jumped around a lot, but this is not a blog with format. Conversations lack format and that is the feel that I am going for with my posts. Alright, that's it. I'm calling it a night.

Night Night!

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