WFMW: How do I Get Rid of Tough Stains?

It’s another backwards Works for Me Wednesday! Instead of giving a tip, we are asking for one, and I need some hlep with my laundry situation. As you all know, my daughter Sophia is a super-crazy baby. Well, she’s also a super-dirty one. She gets her clothes sooooo much dirtier than her older brother did. The two main stains I have trouble getting out of her clothes are poop and floor dirt. Now don’t judge me YET! Our house was built in 1917 and we have hardwood floors. I swear to you I vacuum, sweep, and/or swiffer several times a week, yet Sophie manages to “clean” the floor with her pants much more thoroughly that I can with all my cleaning devices. Since she’s not walking yet, all her light-colored pants are always pretty dirty by the end of the day. I end up using stain remover and detergent, but still washing most of her pants at least twice to get the stains out. Does anyone know of a detergent/stain remover combo that works great on ground-in dirt and won’t break my bank account? I’m willing to pay a little bit more if it will save me time, energy, and water usage. Thanks!

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Misery LOVES Company!

Remember this post? Remember when I was about to resort to violence because my son kept saying “Mama, watch this!”?

Well last night, after returning home from a successful Mommies’ Night Out – TAKE 2 – with Emily (and her sister Anna – bonus!), Sophie was being really cute and so I called to Bobby, “Come look at this!”

What I got in response was a huge, annoyed SIGH.

Me: What’s wrong?
Bobby: Nothing. It’s just that I’ve been asked to look at stuff by Joshua all night.
Me: (out loud) I know how you feel.
Me: (inside): Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha HA! (clear throat) HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA AH AHA AHAHAH HA! Whew! Ahem.

Misery loves company, indeed.

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The End of an Era

Last weekend, something changed in our house. It was a change that was inevitable, but still one that I was hoping to put off for as long as possible. Last weekend, in Joshua’s lingo, Bobby went from being Daddy to being Dad, and I went from being Mama to being Mom.

It started out as an experiment. He started calling Bobby “Dad”. He used it at the end of every sentence. “Let’s go play computer, Dad.” “I need to go potty, Dad.”

I tried to combat it. “Joshua, why are you calling him ‘Dad’? His name is ‘Daddy’!”

“I like Dad!” he said.

The next day, it was my turn. “I’m hungry, Mom.” “Where are we going, Mom?”

“My name is Mama. Call me Mama.”

“I like to call you Mom!”

It’s been a week, and he’ll let the occasional “Mama” slip when he’s tired or excited, but 99% of the time he calls me “Mom”. He sounds so grown-up and smart doing it! He’s still saying it at the end of every sentence, still testing out the way it feels rolling off his tongue, but I’m pretty sure my new moniker is here to stay.

Makes me sad. I want him to be my baby and I want to be his Mama!
*sigh*

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