Hair-raising tales

When we moved recently, we lost our cleaning lady. So we had to actually, GASP, clean our second house ourselves.

Now you might think, "Damn, she is a spoiled brat." But stop for a moment and remember, we have TWO houses to keep clean now. Most moms barely have time to pick up the toys in one house. Between the two houses we now have five bathrooms, six bedrooms and two kitchens.

That's a hell of a lot of Windex.

Because we had a cleaning lady at our weekday house, we never needed any cleaning supplies. The magic mop fairy came and cleaned things up when we left for the weekend and wow, wasn't that fabulous?

We had banished the cats to Josh's parents' house for a few weeks before we moved and they recently made their way back home. Along with them, came their cast-off hair.

Because we never had any need for a vacuum, one did not live in our closet. And because the cleaning lady kept things in order, we never really noticed the cat hair building up.

But now. Oh my. Just, oh my. We ordered a vacuum, but it's not arrived yet. Thank you amazon.com for your speedy delivery. So we wait.

Poor Jack.

He loves the kitties. He watches them intently and lunges for them when they come close enough. We're trying to teach him the concept of "gentle" but he's having some trouble grasping it.

He is, however, having no problem grasping the cats. He just reaches out and grabs a whisker, an ear and most often, a handful of fur. Which we then have to pry out of his tiny hands -- as he tries to shove them in his mouth -- saying, "Yucky! Noooooo. That's yucky. You don't want that."

I'm also constantly plucking cat hair off him. From his clothes, his face, his hands -- it doesn't stop. Today when he was nursing I could see a random hair in his mouth. That's where I draw the line -- there will be no cat hair on my boobs. Some things are just sacred.

And hey, just for the hell of it, here's a random picture from this weekend. A weekend where no one was covered in cat hair because we stayed at a lovely condo in Lake Geneva with my family.

Seriously, how white trash are we? My son is wearing nothing but a bib and a diaper. But damn, he is cute.