Dishwasher

The import of this announcement may not be fully understood by those not close to me, but: WE HAVE A DISHWASHER. I should clarify - a brand new, functioning dishwasher. Because we've always had a dishwasher, it's just that for the last 2 years it's been totally broken and a complete waste of space. It died in a blaze of glory when I was newly pregnant when the main spinning piece inside essentially set on fire mid-cycle. It didn't come as a complete surprise as it was approximately 100 years old - pretty much the first dishwasher ever built. When we bought a new one and it was delivered, the Sears people told us that it was impossible to remove the old one and therefore, install the new one. When new floors were installed in our house, they were installed OVER the dishwasher. Therefore, the only way to remove the one was to saw the counter tops off and pull it up and out. Oh, and something was wrong with the plumbing and our counters were too low and a bunch of other stuff. We were overwhelmed with baby prep and essentially gave up. The last two years have been a blur of bottle washing and fighting over sinks full of dirty pump attachments, bottles, sippy cups and dishes. But then. Then Jeff and his Dad made a second and successful attempt this weekend and I can hardly believe it but we have a dishwasher. It's such a thing of beauty. Edie's been pulling a Jekyll and Hyde move all week and every time I feel like throwing her out the window, Jeff guides me into the kitchen to look at our shiny new roommate.