Sunday, July 25, 2010

Are You Smarter Than A Pre-Preschooler???

Are YOU smarter than a pre-preschooler?
I was seriously contemplating the answer to that very question a few days ago...
Half-pint was really excited to have Aunt C6 over for a play-date and I was happy to have a little break from entertaining the boys for a few hours. Quarter-pint is always in the thick of things, especially with Aunt C6! Sometime after lunch, Half-pint found me and said

"Brother took all the letters off the keyboard, but don't worry Mom, we fixed it. We couldn't get the 'G' back on right. Can you fix that one?"

Sure enough, when I next made it to the office, all the keys were on the keyboard, but the 'G' wasn't sitting flat like the others. I figured Daddy could fix it when he came home and was frankly relieved there wasn't any more damage I would have to report to Daddy.
Later that evening, when Daddy and I were both using the computer, we quickly realized that all the keys were back on the keyboard, but they weren't all in exactly the correct place. Daddy asked me if I could straighten it out. I struggled and struggled to simply get the keys OFF the keyboard. And then I felt like a complete idiot when I remember that Quarter-pint (not yet quite three and not yet quite in preschool) obviously had no problem removing the said keys. There was talk of googling the topic of 'keyboard deconstruction', but to my delight, I figured it out-without the help of the internet-and replaced the 6 misplaced keys.
I was triumphant! (and at least as smart as my little pre-preschooler)!

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Boys Will Be Boys !?!...

Some months ago we installed a lock on the top of the front door-where the kids can't reach- so that I can take a shower while Daddy isn't home, and not worry about the kids escaping out the front door. On more than one occasion I have gotten out of the shower to neighbors bringing my kiddos back...

This past weekend, the boys have been a little crazy, to say the least. Between sliding down the stairs on a futon mat and jumping from the table onto the bed in the guest room. Of course, always checking to see if Daddy is home before engaging in such naughty behavior.

This morning took the I was getting dressed from my quick shower, I heard the doorbell ring and from the noise the kids were making, I could tell there wasn't anyone at the door. I looked at the security panel and noticed that a window was open in the dining room. Strange, I thought as I quickly made myself decent and headed down the stairs. Imagine my surprise to see Half-pint climbing back into the house through the open window. I could hear Quarter-pint, still outside, not quite tall enough to climb back through the window, and not able to come in through the front door-because of the high lock. As I got to the door to open it for Quarter-pint, I realize HE is bum naked-no diaper covering his cute little tush.

So much for Mom being able to take a shower...