Thursday, May 29, 2008
"Naut-ing, just checking on the spinkles!"
I never know what he's going to do next...
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
- Rule #1: No Answering the Phone
- Rule #2: No Opening the (front) Door
- Rule #3: No jumping on the Bed (there is no reasonable way I can enforce this one...but Half-pint always throws it in.)
These rules are generally followed, but not always...
A few weeks ago Half-pint was having a tough morning-just plain being naughty. After a time-out or two and having TV privileges revoked (which, by the way, is NOT a good way to begin the day) I finally thought Half-pint had settled down. I got Quarter-pint asleep for his morning nap and I told Half-pint I was going to take a quick shower. Because the TV was not an option, I thought playing computer games would keep him occupied long enough for me to get cleaned up, after all, he was already playing a computer game. We went over the "shower rules", everything seemed fine.
As I opened the shower door to get out, I heard an unfamiliar voice call out "Hello? Is anyone home? Hello...I have your son." I called back and raced downstairs in my bathrobe and a towel on my dripping hair. Sure enough, a very kind woman (with about 10 kids in tow) was standing on my front porch with Half-pint right next to her. She said he was outside, hiding in the bushes and that he had been there for about 10 minutes! That's the entire time I had been in the shower! She asked him how he had gotten out and he told her the door. Sure enough, he had unlocked the front door and run outside, still in his pajamas and with a VERY stinky diaper! I was so embarrassed!
Just the other day, we discussed the "shower rules" again. As I got in the shower, I could hear Half-pint moving chairs around in the kitchen. I wondered what he was up to (there is never any telling what he's up to!) and hurried to finish my shower. When I came downstairs, there he was watching his movie on the couch, everything seemed fine. I looked on the kitchen table and found the loaf of bread I had baked the day before-with tunnels burrowed through it! We had sliced bread in the same cupboard where he found the unsliced bread. I'm not sure what he was thinking...practicing to become a Sandhog???
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Friday, May 9, 2008
Eventually Half-pint gets into his chair nicely and we head to the grocery store despite my hesitations about his behavior. As we approach the store, Half-pint saw the grocery carts with the truck in front and decided he wanted to drive one. I agreed, knowing that he wouldn't stay in the driver's seat for long, but the promise of a cookie from the bakery usually goes a long way in keeping the driver in his seat. As we move through the produce section, Half-pint gets out of the truck and wants to help me. Everything okay so far until he walks around the corner out of my line of sight. I hear a smallish crash and poke my head around the corner. Half-pint was running his little hand along the displays and knocked about half a dozen crouton bags on the floor with his unzipped jacket. He was trying to pick them up, but kept knocking them off. As soon as we finished picking them up, he immediately ran his little hand along the display and did it again. Before I could get to the cart (with Quarter-pint in it) Half-pint decided to drive again, but not in the truck, by pushing the cart (he isn't tall enough to see over the top and Quarter-pint's car seat was blocking his view) into another display. By this time we have 3 items on our list and we are still in the first department of the store...I thought it was bad...As I tried to quickly finish our shopping Half-pint is hanging out of the truck windows, dragging his hand along the floor, climbing up and hanging out of the windshield, then turning about to face me (still hanging out of the windshield) to say "You okay Momma?" "Yes, sit down please." By the time we get to the bakery and dairy (almost finished shopping!) Half-pint decides he wants to help me get the yogurt from the shelf so he climbs on top of the truck. After I get everything on our list (I think there were about 12 whole items) I think we're just about home free...but the only checkout lane open in a self-check lane. "Oh great!" I think to myself as we get started. Half-pint wants to help, so he again climbs on top of the truck, but he still can't reach the scanner and I can't position the cart in a place where I can reach it and the scanner so I'm running around the cart to grab as many items as I can, scanning them and then running around the cart again to place them on the weight sensitive bagging platform. After Half-pint fell off the top of the truck (thank goodness I caught him just before he hit the floor) he decided it was too dangerous to help me. He kept himself busy by touching the screen of the grocery checker for the self-check lanes, and rearranging the gum on the shelf across the isle from us. The entire time, Quarter-pint is babbling away, smiling at everyone around us. Oh, those are the days!!!. I think we've gotten through the worst of it as Half-pint rides on the back of the cart with me to the car. But then he won't get in his car seat...again! He hid in the cart corral in the next parking space, and threw rocks at ME when I tried to encourage him to get into the car. I think it took about 10 minutes to get him into the car and buckled, but in the end, he showed me that he could do it "all-by-my-self!"
I was TOTALLY exasperated as I pulled out of the parking lot. Our short shopping list took an hour to get. I called Daddy on his cell phone and simply said "I don't know what to do with him." Daddy suggested that I just stay home with the boys all the time. My response was "I can't stay home all the time, I might kill him." From the back seat comes the little voice of Half-pint "Did you say kill it? You say kill it? I don't want that to happen!" "I don't want that to happen either!" I don't know if he knew who I was talking about, but he doesn't miss a thing!
Thursday, May 1, 2008
The day after the bathroom flooded, Half-pint, Quarter-pint and I were all playing in the family room. Half-pint proudly said"Mom, look at this..." I looked up, but I could only see an empty end table. Then I realized what Half-pint had done. "Did you color on the table?" "Yep, see?" As soon as I got Quarter-pint in front of the basket of toys, I was on my feet examining the end table. Sure enough, there was a masterpiece, completed by a three-year-old. We had a little discussion about not coloring on the furniture, and only coloring on paper. Thankfully, the masterpiece was a work of pencil. After Half-pint and Quarter-pint were in bed (and Dad was gone for the evening, since I didn't bother to tell him about this episode) I got out the big eraser and removed the work of art and then polished the table. All in a Mother's day's work!