OCD

"You down with OCD? Yeah, you know me!"

(if you watched Yo! MTV Raps, then you should totally get that mixed-up reference.)

As I was folding and putting away the laundry today, I was feeling really sorry for my husband, because he has to live with me. I was dividing up everything into the many, many categories into which I divide the laundry. This is a result of me having some form of laundry-related obsessive compulsive disorder. Poor Jonathan has to put up with me telling him that no, the embroidered burp cloths go in a completely different drawer than the plain burp cloths, and the thin blankets go in a different place than the thick blankets, and even though the potholders go in the same drawer as the dishtowels they obviously go in a different stack and you know it freaks me out when you mix up the floral napkins with the plaid napkins. Don't even get me started on the linen closet. And then I have to apologize for being such a raving lunatic. Luckily he likes me anyway.

I am reminded yet again that some days I am way too much like Monica from the TV show Friends, who had eleven different categories of towels, including 'fancy', 'guest', and 'fancy guest'.

Perhaps having a baby will help me out with this, but I doubt it. You should see all the categories of Finn's things.

Speaking of Finnegan...



Here is Finn playing in his new-to-us jumperoo. What a cutie pie!!! He laughs and laughs.

We went to the doctor today and of course he is doing great. He is 'only' in the 80th percentile for his size, which makes me wonder what kind of giant top-twenty-percent babies are out there wandering the streets.