Not-so-green Confession

I love bleach. Yeah, that's right. Good Ole sodium hypochlorite. I don't use it often because I must have heard somewhere that it's not good for kids (or adults) to breathe or ingest it. But now and again my towels get stinky and I can't think of anything else to do but break out the strong stuff. Also, around about January when everyone's got the stomach bug, I get paranoid and go around and bleach all the door handles and such...as if one day of compulsive cleaning will protect us from months of domestic neglect. But still, my kitchen towels have a nice clean bleachy smell right now and none of us barfed in January.
Don't tell me about the eco friendly alternative that works for you...because I have tea tree oil and I have oxiclean (like them both) but sometimes the only thing to do is pull out the big guns.

I can't even catch up now.

So I'll just summarize and skip ahead. My sister Donna and niece Elizabeth visited for three weeks and helped us move. If anyone needs help moving, I recommend having Donna help you. She also watched the kids a bunch and fed Trevor gelato every day and Noel cheerios. It seems like we did a lot of stuff while they were here, but the time flew by.
Noel has been crawling everywhere and pulling up on stuff and eating lots of food even without any teeth. I'm pretty sure that it's all that sitting and standing that is disrupting her (and my) sleep. Trevor has been saying the funniest things, as usual. The other day as we were walking by our neighborhood cemetery, Todd said "that's where the dead people live." On the way back by, we saw a woman jogging through, and Trevor asked "Is she dead?" The day before that, a baby squirrel fell out of a tree in front of our house. He was really worried about it and fussing over it and then he said "can we have it for dinner?" In case PETA is scanning this blog, I'll have you know we brought the baby to the wildlife rescue center and he's doing well.