Don't Believe What They Tell You

I am the type of person that likes to keep my house clean. Not just picked up. Dust-vacuum-mop-sanitize clean. I don't judge you if you are not this exact type of person like me, it's just how I like my house to be. Obsessive Cleaning Moment Confession: In the weeks before I had Eva I realized that after I had her it might be a while before I could get back into a weekly cleaning routine. So in the last few weeks of being greatly pregnant I made a habit of doing one big cleaning task each day (dust, vacuum, etc.). With this pattern my whole apartment would be thoroughly cleaned approx. every 4 days, meaning that it never actually got dirty and that whenever I went into labor I could rest assured that we wouldn't be coming home to a dirty house. Yes. I care that much. (Remember I said that I wasn't judging you, so you better not be judging me right now.)

I have followed the orders of others and let go of my home a bit since coming home from the hospital. I truly believe that resting and spending time with my little girl is way more important than having a perfectly clean carpet. A few weeks ago my awesome mom even came up and cleaned for me so I wouldn't get cleaning crazy before I was really up for it. Notice though I said a few weeks ago... today the house was ready to be cleaned again. Since Ryan was gone working on church stuff I decided to tackle the cleaning while Eva was napping.

Have you ever heard the old advice, "Make lots of noise when the baby is sleeping. Vacuum while she sleeps so that she gets used to loud noise. Even vacuum under her crib." Don't believe what they tell you. It is great in theory, especially because we do need Eva to be able to sleep with noise so that we can take her to youth events and let her sleep there. My experience, however, makes me wonder....

As I was cleaning I was thinking about the vacuum quote. I thought, "Hmm, I do need to vacuum. But I DON'T want her to wake up yet. What should I do?" I decided to clean other things until I committed one way or another. I dusted the living room. I walked in our bedroom where she was napping in the pack and play. I peered lovingly at my peacefully sleeping daughter. I sprayed one pump of dusting spray on my nightstand. And then "WAAAAAHHHHH!!!!" The loudest baby cry. Over one tiny spray. Are you kidding me? She was fully awake. I rocked her back to sleep. I figured that it was better to quietly clean the toilets far away from her and save the vacuuming for a time when she is awake and Ryan can play with her.

On a completely unrelated topic, check out the baby jeans I got for her at Target this week! They are really cute with a little ruffle at the bottom. They are newborn size but are still huge on her! We call them her gangster pants.

By the way, my tiny baby isn't so tiny anymore. At her one month checkup she weighed 8 lbs, 12 oz. This is a normal weight for a baby to be born at, but it shocked me because she gained over 2 lbs since her 2 week checkup. I guess she isn't starving. I will leave you with a cute family pre-bedtime self portrait. Cosby was on the couch with us and if you look at the bottom right hand corner you can see white from his head. That was as good as we could get. Happy Saturday!