Why am I posting a picture of a bottle of mustard? Just hang in there with me for a minute.
A few nights ago, I was needing to make an important, work-related, phone call, and Steven wasn’t there to be on kid duty. I did the normal mommy things: got the boys snacks and drinks, lectured on the importance of being quiet, reminded them I would be down the hall, turned on their favorite cartoon, and quietly slipped into my bedroom. I forgot something on my list though. Something VERY important. About halfway through this phone call, I needed to return to the kitchen to get something, though I’ve now forgotten what. I was definitely not prepared for what I found. That little mustard bottle? It was in the hands of my 2 year old. The contents of that bottle were all over my kitchen and dining area, and laundry room. I had forgotten to lock the refrigerator! The floor, the table, the chairs, the oven, the cabinets, the dirty clothes, the washing machine, both my sons…oh, and the couch, the carpet, two tote bags, a library book, and the dog – all decorated with spots, splashes, smears and puddles of yellow mustard. What’s a mom to do? I’m not even sure what I should have done. I couldn’t even give him a stern look though. I laughed. I told the woman on the other end of the phone what was going on. Thankfully she laughed with me. I then cleaned it up as I finished the conversation. Ah, you’ve never fully multitasked until you’ve undressed two little boys covered in mustard, cleaned up a ginormous mess, and carried on a business phone call at the same time!
Well, I apologize for being gone for so long (again). Things have been crazy around here with the arrival of our newest zoo member!
On November 5, Miss Sylvia-Kate arrived into our home! She arrived with a hurricane (literally & figuratively) of drama. She is the sweetest little girl, and the entire family (even her brothers!!) loves her to bits! More on her later. She will get an entire post to herself. 🙂
But in the last week….
- I discovered Lincoln naked and covered in gray/green eye shadow in my bathroom.
- Stanton poured half a container of formula in the floor…twice. Good thing that stuff is cheap! (not)
- We put our Christmas tree up. Yay!
- I killed the lights on the tree.
- Steven fixed the lights – and instructed me to buy a new tree after Christmas.
- We bought a new (to us) car.
- My mommy brain has gone to a whole new level. (The level where you wear a bra inside out for an entire day without realizing it and you lay a sweater out on the patio to dry – and leave it there…to be rained on the next day.)
- Stanton is still trying to potty train himself.
- The boys emptied a 130+ box of diapers all over their room more times than I care to count.
- The boys emptied the boxes of baby clothes stored in their closet more times than I care to count.
- Sylvia-Kate rolled over (tummy to back) for the first time today! She’s only 4 weeks old.
- I kissed 2,621* (sibling-inflicted) boo-boos.
- I gave 3,322* hugs.
- I slept 7* hours.
- I threatened to put the kids in daycare only once. 🙂
*These numbers may or may not be completely accurate.
Many mornings our adventures begin when the boys get a few moments free from mommy’s supervision while I take a bath. Yes, I know baths take a bit longer than showers, but I have to be able to listen to my rowdies and jump out at a moment’s notice when I hear the sound of one climbing over the baby gate, a fight breaking out, etc. The noise of the shower often drowns out the sounds of their antics. I learned that lesson the hard way.
This morning The boys had been up for a while, were settled with some cereal, and seemingly getting along, so I decided I would let them watch a cartoon while I took a quick shower instead of the usual bath. I turned on Clifford the Big Red Dog , went into the bathroom, locked the door, and hopped in the shower. Don’t worry, nothing got broken or poured out in the floor, and no one escaped from the house.
I took a quick shower, got dressed, and started to brush my teeth. I peeked out the door to check on the boys, and they were still playing in the living room and watching tv. I shut the door back and locked it, hoping to finish brushing my teeth before they got bored. I heard one of them twisting the locked doorknob. Then the lock clicked into the unlock position. The door opened, and there stood my 2 year-old, with this old screwdriver in his hand. “Hi, Mommy.”
Sigh. He is his father’s child.
Moms with toddlers really shouldn’t bathe.
For some dumb reason I thought I would go take a shower this morning while the boys were watching a movie. Dumb, dumb, dumb. I did my usual routine of locking the baby gate and hoping the boys would be entertained long enough for me to wash my hair and the oldest wouldn’t climb over the gate. Dumb, dumb, dumb.
For the past several days I have been wondering if I was getting careless and forgetting to lock the refrigerator or if our 2 year old had figured it out. Well, today I got my answer. It came in the form of 2+ pounds of sugar emptied and smeared across the floor in my kitchen and thrown (yes, thrown) over the gate, into the floor of the living room.
Let me state again that mothers of toddlers shouldn’t bathe.
Sarah, one of the lovely mommies in the Moms of Jonesboro group with me, also blogs over at East9thStreet, where she is co-hosting a weekly photo challenge. This week’s color is red. Obviously I didn’t take this picture specifically for the challenge, but cut me some slack. We’ve had the stomach bug at our house this week, and I’ve been working. This was one of my favorite pictures from our Christmas session. My two year-old has developed his daddy’s attitude toward mommy taking too many pictures.