OCD: Like Father, Like Son

Cliff will admit that he's a little OCD. For instance, if I want the kitchen REAL clean, all I have to say is, "Babe, would you like to unload the dishwasher while I bathe the baby?" And as a result, I will have polished floors, a squeaky clean fridge, the stove will be clean (particularly underneath where grease finds itself a place), the counters are spotless, and all the dishes are done. He can not simply stop with the dishes. OCD takes over. Or, take for instance, our time in Hawaii. I cut my foot on some coral while snorkeling. It cut a PERFECT circle in my toe. The perfect size for a small grain of sand to fit. Well, a grain of sand lodged itself there, and Cliff was so annoyed. He kept begging to get it out for me. I teased him for a while, and finally removed it. If you have a knot or a bunch of chords tangled-ask Cliff. I'm not going to lie. His OCD is very beneficial in this home.

Well, Stone is picking up some similar habits. I was doing laundry last night, and had two piles of clothes on the floor-darks and whites. I went to put the whites in the washer, and came back to Stone placing the darks back in the hamper one by one. And not just placing them in there. He had to make sure the entire piece of clothing was back in (nothing hanging over the edges he could barely reach). He also finds a particular place for everything. His baby wipe container was empty, and last night I found his lotion inside. Next, I couldn't find my running shoes the other day (or his), and found them placed neatly together (all 4) on a basket I have in our home. I guess that's where he thinks shoes go. Or how bout some toys I found jammed in my printer the other day. My printer has a door, and he had opened it, placed some toys inside, and closed it again.

Oh, I am so entertained by this boy. And so here are some random pictures from this week:

We've been swimming a lot lately, so here he is on the way to the pool.

We got this little floaty suit (above and below) for our trip to the beach back in May. It's not his favorite-he'd prefer a regular swim suit (first picture). Well, we're trying to teach him to monkey walk along the wall of the pool and to jump in, so I figured I'd pull out the floaty suit. It's really not that great of a floatation device. We need to go get water wings, and then he will be in heaven.