Long Lost Laundromat Days

I rarely brave the laundromat alone with Cannon. I either leave Cannon at home or just pay an arm and a leg to do the laundry downstairs. There was that one time I walked to the laundromat, babe in the Moby Wrap, laundry in the bag-lady cart, but that was one big sweaty mess, so I didn't do it again.

However, for old times sake, Cannon and I braved the laundromat one last time before moving into our house. I know one day I'll look back on these apartment-life days with fondness and probably forget just what a pain it was to lug 20 lbs of clothes to get washed.