Ashes and Soot

Mallory is no longer my easy, mellow, go with the flow baby girl. She has turned into a rough and tumbler tornado baby that always wants to be held, sometimes growls :), cries really loud, and gets into EVERYTHING. She keeps me very busy and pretty entertained. Today I put the two of them in front of Sesame Street for about 15 minutes while I sat at the computer in the kitchen. This is what followed:



Yes, Big Brother is NEVER too far from the scene of the crime. In fact, it was his hysterical laughing that tipped me off to what was happening in the fireplace. And someone had to open those fireplace curtains....








Be glad you don't clean chimneys for a living, the soot was really hard to get off!


"Twas the Monday before Christmas and all through the house, all the babies were stirring while Mom sat with the computer mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, and Mallory decided to climb into the fireplace to see if Santa was already there.

She was dressed in her jammies, from her head to her foot, and soon she was all covered with ashes and soot.

But a good scrubbing shower and the soot was soon out of sight, Happy Christmas to all, Mom really needs a drink tonight!"