Microclean

Now that Nick can crawl, we are presented with new house issues. We're not quite at the point of full-on baby-proofing (soon), but we still have to watch where he goes to keep him out of trouble.

I learned that Nick will naturally gravitate towards things he isn't supposed to put in his mouth. In addition to the power cords and remote controls, Nick finds every piece of fuzz, penny, crumpled receipt, candy wrapper, lost pen, etc. that is on our floor. The other day I was checking my email, looked away for about 30 seconds, and when I turned back, Nick had found a cluster of pine needles and was happily gumming them. Yuck!

I have always cared about house cleanliness, but Nick brings it to a new level, which I'm calling "microclean." The sort of clean that occurs when you lie on your stomach in the middle of the floor (no joke, I have done this), checking to see what is visible at four inches off the floor that is invisible when you're four feet away. It's actually kind of gross.