So while I'm on the topic of washers, last week our washer started leaking. Unfortunately it was repairable. But I've decided that I want a new one. Kent doesn't understand why I want a new one when we have a perfectly good working one. However, I'm sure that if he was responsible for the laundry for a couple weeks he would understand. So even though our washer is working I'm still drooling over those front-loaders. My favorite? The GE Profile washer and dryer. It's ridiculously awesome and rocks my world. You can get the pedestals that give it a lift, but that's not the best part. The best part? You can get containers that go in the pedestals, fill them up with your detergent and fabric softener, and it dispenses it for you. Now I just have to convince Kent that the strain of pouring the detergent into the washer is detrimental to my health.
Friday, February 6, 2009
I'm a very attentive mother, I swear. I was at my friend Charlotte's house and she has one of those rockin' front-loading washers. Erik was playing quietly in the front room at the time. So while I'm standing there drooling over her washer and dryer, we hear Erik start screaming. I run over to see what happened, and he's sitting in front of the fireplace flapping his hand. Yes, you guessed it. He stuck his hand flat against the glass on the fireplace. Erik was obviously not too happy. So now he has fun blisters on his poor little hand. Second-degree burns, but nothing to worry about unless it gets infected. This picture is before the blisters looked too nasty.