
Dad's off and "playing" on the mainland. Here I am with all this work to do. Got my list in hand and away we go. First up is to get the safety gates up. Now I'll tell you he did do most of the work before he left. Yada yada yada. Measure, mark, measure, drill, affix, secure, and set up for me. But hey. I did have to tell him where to do it. "over there somewhere" were my exact wor

ds. So I pull in our safety gate and all I need to do is line up the marks and slide down. Sounds easy in the

ory, but, when you're not Mr. Kemper and don't have the muscle and leverage of a six foot man it isn't. I was grunting and gerrring trying to get this simple gate installed. I did get it installed but I think I pulled something on the second to last gerr. Or was it one of the gruntings? Not sure but I'm careful with either grunt or gerrr.
Off to item numero two. The crib. Beckett is now able to get himself to standing and is loving the idea of leaping out of our arms because he's found something either shiny, moving, brightly colored, brother, or small on the floor. So when he's at the crib we don't need him lunging forward and toppling over because of his huge noggin. Lets face it. Little babies are very top heavy. So here is a little before and after look. And yes it is easier for me to concentrate with my tongue out. I have tried it with it in and I have to admit. My work suffers. So out it goes. And yes Jen I still can't have anyone talk to me while counting and cooking. I'll mess that up still too. So you're right and it will always happen.

Sorry back on track. Next item. Fix vacuum. First off is vacuum just the weirdest word to spell ever? I hate spelling it. I'm not a good speller in the first place but still. It's weird right? Okay off the soap box. I pull out the screw drivers. Take off everything . Give it good taps, whacks, and shake it apart. Somehow get it together again and still not working but a little bit and then the red light turns on and says brush failure. all I can think of is that Dyson commercial with the squeaky toy vacuums and how I now have one. But I'm not about to let this thing win. It's war. My baby needs to have tummy time. He's laying on a dirty carpet. Mama bear steps in. Lifting the vacuum high in t

he air (four inches) to throw out the window I think I could trick it. So I keep my left hand on the on/off switch and the other the handle. I keep turning it on and off for about 3 seconds each time. It works. I go over our new rug
Who's got the toy vacuum now? ha h a ha . Okay so I do. But my boys are rolling around, playing, and practicing their flying on clean carpet. Thanks for the demonstration Beckett. You're form is great!
Now on to the iRobot. I had taken it apart (the way the instructions said to to clean it) and it wouldn't go back together. I tried for days and now after all that I had accomplished I felt i could harness the chi in me and make it work. Ta-Da! It worked. Only after 16 tries and turn upside down and ask two neighbors that have one too. The neighbor that would know just got her husband back home from a 15 mo deployment the day before and I couldn't ask her to help me put my robot back together. One more try, I told myself. Five more and I'm still one-more-try-ing it. Then wham. It works.
The rest of my list isn't nearly as thrilling as these were but most got done also. So all in all it was a good and PRODUCTIVE day.