Laundry day...living like kings and queens

Here is a picture of laundry day in the Galt household. We have resigned ourselves to drop-off laundry service. Occasionally we find the time for Jamison to watch the kids while I go to the laundromat across the street, but we usually drop it off. I still haven't gotten comfortable with this luxury. We're living like royalty here in Brooklyn! Before you get jealous, we paid royal prices for that cart of laundry Adaline is riding on...around $25. We pay 60 cents per pound, and that's at the cheap laundromat down the street.

Along the same line, pictured is King Arthur and Princess Adaline. Adaline is very much into her dress-up clothes. There have been days when she wears one out to the park over her clothes. Arthur also begs to wear princess dresses--one nap time both of them went to sleep in a dress. He is also known to walk around with clips in his hair and other pink items. I think Arthur is a little envious of the attention Adaline gets over her dresses. So we came up with the king idea. As you can tell from the picture, Arthur is not totally won over to the idea. But it's growing on him, and he's a very handsome king.

Halloween

I was going to blog our Halloween pictures, but Jamison beat me to it. Check them out on his blog: shookfoil.



Adaline was an angel and Arthur was a devil. We were trying to be funny (although these characters often do fit their personalities), but let me tell you the ordeal from a mom's perspective. I was feeling a bit insecure about dressing my kid up as a devil. The angel/devil contrast was funny to us adults, but would my devil child feel neglected? We tested it out at a toddler Halloween costume party on Monday. I walked in the party to see a giraffe, dalmation puppy, duck, ladybug, Tigger, etc. All cutsy cuddly custumes. Meanwhile, I'm forcing some horns and a pitchfork on my son who is crying that he doesn't want to be a devil. I received many stares from the other moms (most of which I had never met) and wondered if forcing your child to be a devil could be considered child abuse.
The next day Adaline said that she was the devil and Arthur was the angel, so I thought that we might do a switch. As it turns out, Arthur was pretty content in his sister's tiny red pajamas and her tail-stuffed red tights tied around his waist. He had no interest in wearing the horns or holding the pitchfork, so by the end of the night he just looked like Richard Simmons in leotards. Oh well, Adaline was truly a perfect angel.