Monday, July 16, 2012

The Smell of Laundry

I like how laundry smells.  Have you ever been to someones house and you could smell the laundry?  There is that smell of the laundry detergent or the dryer sheets and the sound of the dryer making clothes clean, warm and fresh?  I love that smell. 

It doesn't have to be any particular brand of detergent, fabric softener or dryer sheet.  They all blend together and morph into a single scent called, "Clean Laundry" to me.  But whatever the smell is, it's always more distinct at someone else's house.  It's like walking into a kitchen where cookies are being baked.  The smell is very strong when you arrive, but if you're the one making the cookies, you don't notice the smell as much. 

I miss the smell of clean laundry.  When we had the children we went to the "Free and Clear" version of washing detergent.  It has no smell and our laundry room smells decidedly like nothing in particular.  It's probably for the best while the children are babies.  Maybe when we run out of the year supply of detergent I just ordered online I'll move us over to something with more of a laundry smell.

The Big Boy Update:  Steps with no hand rail.  Several times recently he's taken steps without the aid of a wall, person or hand rail.  We noticed him taking the steps to the front door last night without even thinking about it.  From an adult comfort perspective, when he runs (which is all the time) he doesn't look like he's going to fall forward on his face at any moment because he's so much more stable than he used to be.


The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  She likes to dance.  I've seen her bounce around to music on multiple occasions.  She seems to have an interest in music so last night when she was tired, cranky and about ready for bed, I put on some children's songs.  She immediately looked up at me (and then at the source of the music) and started to happily bounce about.  It helped bridge her to bedtime and may have even distracted her from possible teething discomfort.

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