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Oh glorious lazy Sunday.  Usually I do my heavy cleaning on Sundays, but I got most of everything accomplished yesterday, so today--I'm going to be lazy.  

Part of my productiveness yesterday went to reorganizing closets and such.  You must know, I am a clean freak.  However, I am lazy about a few things; folding laundry and putting things away nicely.  Out of sight, out of mind.  I have a bad habit of just shoving things in the general area where they need to go or just shoving things nearby because I am too lazy to put it where it belongs.  Example, Haley's clothes.  In the beginning, I took the time to fold her stuff and put it away nicely, but quickly I found her stuff comes unfolded so easily.  So then I would just shove her things in her dresser and that was it.  Well, it was finally driving me crazy and I came up with an idea.  Instead of folding and stacking, I am now rolling her clothes like so...
Now I can easily find whatever pair of pants and whatever onesie easily without having to dig through stuff and worry about it getting all unfolded!  Brilliant if I may say so myself.

I also tackled the "catch-all" closet.  Now all the towels are folded nicely and everything has a spot to which it belongs.  Yay for organization!

Overall, it has been a pretty laid back weekend.  Friday night was lovely.  Like I mentioned, Haley went to her grandparents and we had a dinner party with friends.  The food was awesome and the company was great.  Can't ask for much more. ( I was, however, disappointed to find that Holy Field closes at 6 because we had planned to pick up a bottle of wine there...boo)

I can't believe Christmas is two weeks from today already.  Didn't we just celebrate Christmas?  Last year, around this time, we found out that Haley was a girl.  I think it was actually the 16th which is ironic because her 7 month birthday is the 16th!  I have most of my Christmas shopping done except I have no idea what to get Ian.  Usually, he just buys whatever he wants and we just say it is from me, but this year I told him I wanted to actually get him something from me that wasn't his idea.  Which is great, except I truly have no idea what to get him.

Well that is about all I have in me today.  I think it is nap time for both the Abbott girls...

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