I would like to argue that daddies and big sisters can get the nesting instinct, too.
|So blurry because this sexy dude is a cleaning ball of fury!|
|Iris loved cleaning because it made her feel like a neglected Cinderella.|
I helped by dusting and scrubbing the high places. When I got tired and needed a break, I dictated from the couch. And I suggested all our hard work merited a pizza lunch. After the bang-up job we did on the house, we consumed an entire large pizza followed by a long nap.
I went to the doctor earlier this week and it appears we will be family of four sooner rather than later. Perhaps the nesting instinct is not a load of bull honky!