perma press

i've had terrible luck with swings and rockers. the most recent swing malfunctioned a couple of days ago. at first it seemed it just needed new batteries, but after 3 rounds of fresh ones it still isn't working. that's a lie. it does, technically, work. it's just that the swing doesn't swing as much as it just limps along. and it makes this terrible weezing noise.
i put tay in it and he looks at me like ive just told him i'm going to drive him and his date to the movies. "mmmmooooommm, this is so lame." and then he starts crying.
anyway, i'm going to take it back and break down and buy the papassan cradle swing super macdaddy contraption that i should have gotten in the first place. however, getting out of the house and making a trek to target is kind of a hassle because it requires getting on the freeway.
until i get around to it, tayloe gets the dryer treatment.
you should know that this is something my mother recommended a good while back and i , erhmmm, scoffed at. it's a triple grand slam -- turn it on and it's warm, makes noise and vibrates. tay loves it. sometimes he naps, sometimes he just lays there and makes eyes at the breaker box on the wall. sleeping, cooing, plotting how he and his new best friend breaker box are going to take over world -- i don't really care as long as he's content.
i also like it because it gives him special alone time. he's comforable and cozy and happy and we aren't in the room and have very little to do with his peace. i think this is a good thing.
there are several other added bonuses, not the least of which is that i'm encouraged to actually do laundry so i'm not just running it empty. however, running it empty isn't above me. putting the same load through 4 or 5 cycles isn't above me, either. we have some really, really dry clothes.
little guy is on it right now, sleep, sleep sleeping away while i watch monday night football. (you're goin' down carson palmer).
i'm really glad our dryer isn't in the basement.