In the day of 31 year old

I'm doing this blog for my mother because she wanted me to tell this story. This is Jason by the way. This morning I went to go do laundry at the community building. When I left the apartment, I put Aliza in the the basket with the clothes. It is pretty cute if you ask me. Amelia walks and I can't leave Aliza at the house, and I can't hold her so there you go, girl in the basket. When I pass people in the area all of them check to see if they are seeing a girl in a basket. It is funny, but I don't have any other choice, moving on.

I retain my machine and go through the routine. Press the start button, and feel like I should hang around for a minute. It is a good thing I did, well you can make up your own mind. Right off the bat clothes get jambed in the door and the drum. I can't open the door because it is locked. The washers are front loaders so the water was flying every where. Aliza in hand, Amelia asking me why the machine is acting funny, not sure what to do. I grab a chair slid it over and placed my foot on the door. Amelia, well what do I say was up to what little girls do. All over the place, climbing things, dragging chairs, playing in the water all over the floor, and even helping me hold the door shut with her little foot. I didn't mind, I realized I was going to be there for a few minutes. I just didn't know how Aliza would take it just sitting there. Thankfully she spent her time watching Amelia. Well for the last ten minutes Amelia was curled up on my legs stretched out. I was holding Aliza on top of Amelia, water was flying everywhere. Sorry I don't have picture if I only had five arms. The best part was the other people that came in. Very few of the people speak English. So a little awkward, in my desperate attempt to explain the situation. It was futile to explain, mostly just nodded and went about their business. That is about it I just thought it was funny. Stay posted for a possible reenactment photo.