Don't Blame Me If My Clothing Has Fur

Liz gets a bit upset when she puts clean clothing down on the bed and the boys lie down on top of it, depositing a healthy coating of fur. Oddly enough, if I don't have a special occasion like a big meeting or conference, I don't mind if there's a little fur on my clothes. I'll find a strand or two of orange and white hair on my pants throughout the day and it'll remind me that my boys are waiting for me at home. How weird is that?

Closets, Drawers, Wherever

Liz was putting away laundry the other day and opened one of the drawers in her armoire. We had our back turned for only a moment when Beowulf found himself a new nest.

Wrestling Over the Laundry

Allowing the boys into the bedroom has also meant allowing them to mess with the laundry we keep in there. Sometimes, we'll find them napping on top of a pile of dirty clothes or, in this case, wrestling over the clothes we were about to wash.

Why I Got No Work Done Today

Now that Beowulf and Arthur are allowed in the bedroom, they spend a lot of their time lying on the bed, tempting otherwise diligent humans to take afternoon naps with them.

Today, I had the day off from work and had all the best intentions. I was going to spend the day working on some programming projects I've been meaning to do for our site (the job, which I started last year around this time, has been keeping me very busy), but instead I walked into the bedroom, saw this, and just had to lie down with my boys.