Laundry Day

For the first 4.5 years of marriage, you could only do the laundry in our house if you had a master's degree. Funny enough, that changed once Grayson came along. I got the tutorial (again) and did 2 or 3 of our 7 (yes, 7) loads of laundry on Sunday.

As I was putting a new crib sheet on Grayson's mattress, Millie informed our little one of the newest benefit of living in our house, "Now Grayson, everyone gets clean sheets on the weekend." I told Gray that it didn't matter what she did; if she stayed out late and missed curfew, won 1st place in the science fair, or got a 'D' on a paper - nothing would change the fact that she got clean sheets on the weekend. Kinda like our Father's love for her.

Millie shows Grayson (and dad) that not all clothes can go in the dryer