You know, among all the reasons we replaced our carpet with laminate flooring this month (allowing TJ the freedom to make baby mess without giving me a heart attack, bringing to a peaceful end my contentious relationship with our vacuum cleaner), this was not one of them:
All that clear, hard floor has proven to be too much of a temptation. Good GOLLY, that thing is loud. I didn’t even know he had a remote-controlled car.
Argh. He’s just made a ramp.
(Speaking of the rise of the machines in the House of Jeffcoat, I’m blogging on Segullah today about our love affair with our laptops (five, at last count). Pitch in with advice, if you have any…)