Perpetual Motion

I know that true Perpetual Motion doesn't exist (b/c of some physics laws or something else they didn't teach in remedial math), but the closest thing to it has to be my little nieces. I spent the holidays with my family at my sister's house, and it was wild watching her daughters haul ass around the house nonstop.

Well, kinda nonstop. When they stop, it's in a crash and/or a mess of some kind, usually involving tears and a combo of food, baby dolls, tears, and a few of the bodily fluids that are ejected out of diapers on impact.

I guess you just get used to it when you have kids, but I was a little overwhelmed by all the urine. I tried to stop my cleanliness OCD from kicking in, and I think I did a pretty good job, although I wanted one of those elephant hoses to shower me off when I got back to DC. Instead I came back to no hot water. My first shower then ended with me yelling at the shower head for its lack of heat. Not a pretty scene.

All in all a great holiday and it was too funny watching the Moseley offspring being crazy little kids. They're great girls and my sister and her husband show incredible patience and a capacity to absorb all the calamity. Even the stuff that has poo involved.

(There's a 3rd offspring, too, but he gets his own post. He didn't really fit in the 'perpetual motion' idea, since he can't really move yet, although he contributed his fair amount of urine to the festivities)