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4 hours later..............

*Cleaned out the linen closet to make room for Haley's cloth diapers (which we ordered online today)
*Organized Haley's clothes so that all of the 0-3/3-6 months cloths that we have thus far are washed in Dreft  and now easily accessible in her drawers.
*Washed Haley's bedding
*Re-organized the kitchen cabinets to have an empty cabinet for all of Haley's stuff.
*Changed our sheets. (Grand total of 4 loads of laundry today with Haley's stuff and our dirty clothes...)
*Cleaned, scrubbed, mopped all of the bathrooms.
*Dusted the entire house.
*Vacuumed the entire house.
*Scrubbed, dusted, mopped the kitchen.
*Put away dishes and cleaned out the refrigerator

The sad thing is...I don't think I can even blame it on nesting....I am just slightly neurotic when it comes to cleaning.  But most of all, I'm impressed with how much I got done in only 4 hours.  (Well I am not completely done, still waiting on some laundry to get dry).

Ian and I had a really good weekend.  Friday night we spent the evening with our bible study group.  They very kindly held a couples shower for us and we really enjoyed that! Saturday was pretty mellow.  We had a breakfast date, went and visited my parents, and then went home which resulted in about a 5 hour nap on my part.

Overall, that is our weekend in a nutshell.  This week is also pretty low-key which is nice.  Our next appointment isn't until April, then we officially start going every week.  As soon as the snow melts and the temperature goes back up, we plan on working on the lawn and hopefully cleaning out our garage!  Okay, by "we" I really mean Ian; since the last time I tried to help in the garage and the shelves collapsed on me, I am not really allowed to help outside until baby Haley takes residency outside of my body.

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