I finally broke down and mopped the floor the other day. The twins hopped up on their table so that their feet wouldn't get wet and I wouldn't keep screaming at them to stay in the other room. I don't want to admit how long it had been since I had given my kitchen floor a once-over.
I was quite consistent mopping every other day or so when the twins were crawling because you end up with those filthy shirts and pants to remind you how disgusting your floor is. I've slacked. I need to get back in that habit. I hate mopping the floor, almost as much as cleaning our monster tub downstairs. I saw one of these in an ad the other day. It looks fantastic. It may even save my knees from crawling around with a rag. One can dream. In the meantime, some old fashioned elbow-grease will have to do.