The day before we traveled was a very busy, hectic, insane kind of day. The hub was out running errands, I was up to here in piles of laundry and suitcases. And O was busy teething. So in the midst of chaos, I sat O on the kitchen floor with a few toys, in an desperate attempt to get a few things done before nap time. A quiet minute goes by and as I surprisingly look down, there she was, a new baby sitter was born: the washing machine. O was so intrigued and mesmerized by the swishes and swashes of this strange apparatus. He just sat there in the soft morning light, quiet as could be. I couldn't help but call D to get a picture of him like that. So precious our little boy is. Teething, flying, jet lagging and all.
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