And other exciting developments...

You know life is exciting when you are jazzed up about a mop. Sad, but true...

I am not one of those people who really enjoys cleaning. I think I've said this before, possibly using the exact same words... Despite the fact that I can easily find 30 things I'd rather do before breaking out the vacuum, I find I'm cleaning much more often now that we have a baby. Guess it's just one of those things you do, along with talking in the third person, discussing baby poop and perfecting quacking sounds for Old MacDonald while walking down the street.

Now that Cole is crawling, I've become concerned about how we clean the floors... I know, I know - exciting stuff. We use environmentally-friendly dish and laundry soaps, cleansers and whatnot, but I could still be caught Swiffering the floors until recently. Our whole place, with the exception of the bedrooms, has lovely dark wood floors, and it seems like there are constantly new little dust dunes forming around the base of the furniture. Dust and random assortments of my hair, since Cole gets about a handful of it a day, fresh off the scalp. Everything I'd read online said that using the wet Swiffer cloths didn't pose a risk to babies crawling on the floors after they dry, but that's from the same industry that said DDT was delicious, right?

Guilty feelings be gone; I just bought an oMop from Method. The wood floor care kit ($40) comes with the mop, a few biodegradable corn sweeping clothes, a washable microfibre pad and this cool non-toxic cleaning solution that you squirt directly on the floor. I like squirting things right onto the floor, I've realized... And the cleaning solution smells like almonds. oMop is safe for people and the environment, so a thumbs up all around.

It was really easy to use. Perhaps the novelty will wear off (I'm almost sure of that!) but it was disturbingly kind of fun to clean the floor for the first time ever... I was even motivated enough to clean the shadowy, dusty underworld beneath the sofa. I noticed it was really gross under there when I lost a bead and we both had to crawl around looking for it, lest it become a choking hazard for Mr. Curious.

So now I can quit worrying that the Swiffer will give Cole a tail or something, and get on with my day. No more stories about mopping anytime soon, if I can I help it.