Trash Reminders

Every Monday I try and remind my husband that he has the exciting task, nay privilege, okay, not fun job of taking out the trash before going to bed.  It started as a little piece of paper with the words "Trash Day Tomorrow" on it.  Then I started getting creative.

Each week I'd come up with a movie quote modified to include something related to trash or I'd add a twist to a common phrase to make it trashy.  My mother saw the notes while over helping with the babies and she got into the game too.  She wrote a limerick for him the other week that was great.

So, now the bar has been raised.  A little square of paper saying, "Bring out yer trash!" isn't going to cut it anymore.   Normally trash doesn't inspire me, but here's his poem for taking out the trash tonight.

Already? Again? Has it been a whole week?

How the time it does fly,

For the garbage upkeep.

All the bins are now full,

With our refuse and ort.

Oh, and don’t dare forget,

There’s recycling to sort.

So no slacking, get cracking,

Start cardboard box stacking,

Pile it up; take it all to the street.

Then when you’ve done your best,

Take a well-deserved rest,

Or that is, until this time next week.

The Big Boy Update:  Go Car Go.  Speaking of trash, my mother-in-law found this great plastic car by the curb in her neighbor's trash last week.   It has a nice push handle and he loves to sit in it and push the horn.  We brought it home from vacation and he's now gone around the block in it today.  He is very fond of his trash mobile. 

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  Un-tan.  We made it all vacation without getting the palest baby on the east-coast burned.  She is pleasantly pale and happily a baby.

Right-size Countdown:  2.8 pounds to go at week eight weigh-in.