perceiving

i had my mom over for dinner tonight. b is in T.O. with his bandmates to see vulvpeck (i'm pretty sure i've spelled that wrong, but that's my preferred spelling). after dinner, i suggested that eamon put his laundry away with the help of gran. they got started, but he soon came to me complaining. at first i didn't know what the issue was, but he had a tattle-tale type of voice. then i caught that he was saying "gran is doing this" and demonstrated her crumpling his clothes together. i laughed out loud when i realized he was upset because she was folding his clothes. we don't bother folding, and instead we just cram clothes in drawers. 

sometimes i forget that if i don't expose him to stuff (like folding laundry and raffi) than he doesn't learn that stuff.

i tend to feel a little embarrassed about not keeping a perfect house, because my mom's and sister's houses are impeccable. i'm more like my dad. i'm cleaner, but i'm not naturally tidy. living with little people doesn't help. thankfully though, i've started clearing out our newborn baby stuff. unfortunately, i misplaced some key screws for bassinet when i washed the fabric, and i couldn't find replacement ones at the hardware store.