My parents have several photos of my mom with my sister when she was about David’s age. It was summer, and my sister was running around nothing but a diaper while my mom was hanging some clothes on the clothesline. Imitating my mom, Kristie took off her diaper and hung it on a stake in the yard, and then pranced around in celebration.
My mom was about eight months pregnant with me, and in the photos she’s wearing a sundress she probably made herself. If it is possible to look ethereal while doing laundry at eight months pregnant, my mom looks ethereal. (My mom is probably shaking her head at that comment, but my dad knows exactly what I’m talking about.)
The scene is almost the same, except my version of ethereal is pajama pants, a hoodie and my husband’s Crocs.
One of the lines on our clothesline came untied, so it was David’s height.
Which was great timing, because he had a lot of work to do.
He does have a lot to learn, though.
The way the clothes are all bunched up and on top of each other? They’re never going to dry like that.