it started out with a milk incident. Noah decided he wanted to pour himself a glass of milk. and for those of you who are wondering, yes, i do have a child-proof lock on my fridge. however, noah is very adept at opening it without any help. he got the biggest cup he could find, (he used a chair to scale the kitchen counter), and poured the milk in, overflowing unto the kitchen floor. ugg, milk in the carpet, sooo gross. while, i was scrubbing the floor with a brush, i hear Noah laughing hysterically. my first thought: uh, oh. now what? my second thought: he's watching tom and jerry, something must be funny. I should have trusted my gut. His milk was now being spit and sprayed all over the dog. he was very amused by the way the dog was trying to "shake it off." bath #1
we are trying to get noah totally potty trained. some days, he's perfect, and others not so much. yesterday, he had about 4 "accidents" including one on the couch. again, its me with the scrub brush. bath #2
here's just a tragic part of the day. no matter how hard i tried, there was no nap for noah today. booooo!
one quick little note here: when i thought noah had finished a good portion of his lunch, i later discovered that it was all in shredded in very little pieces and littered all over the floor on the back side of the table.
for dinner, we had pizza in front of the tv. i know, bad mom, but thomas was at work and it was just me and the boys. so after, supper, i told the boys to put their plates in the sink and to wash their hands. usually, they can handle this task pretty well. they go into the bathroom and wash or get a baby wipe to clean their hands. i went to my room to hang up clothes. i did manage to get several loads of laundry done. when i finished, i came down the hall to find nathan crying and soaking wet. it went a little something like this:
"what is wrong?"
"i'm all wet" he really hates that
"how did this happen?"
"noah sprayed me with the sink"
sure enough, Noah was proudly standing on a chair at the kitchen sink spraying anything and everything. he was soaking wet, standing in a puddle on the chair, and there was enough water on the counters for a small fish to swim.
bath #3
actually, this time it was a shower for both of the boys. when they take a shower, usually, i sit in there with a book. its actually, a bit of a break for me. this time, though, thomas came home from work to grab a couple of things he needed and had forgotten. so, i came out and was talking with him and telling him about my day. after he left, i was headed back in to get the boys all soaped up and, when i opened the door i was was greeted with a very strong sweet tangerine scent. i knew exactly what had happened. it wasn't the first time, and i'm sure it probably won't be the last either. Noah had emptied the whole bottle of my shampoo and filled it with water. he likes to make bubbles. my mom tells me that i did this very thing to her many times, and that i am just reaping what i sowed. anyway, i was pretty mad, but took a deep breath and remained calm. in fact, i didn't even say a word. i just opened the curtain and started washing him off. the whole time he is saying, "i don't wanna spankin', i don't wanna spankin' " Then, still saying nothing, i got him out, and as i was getting him dressed in his pj's he's repeating over and over, "i don't wanna go to bed, i don't wanna go to bed." i told him, the sun is down, its dark and you're going to go to sleep now.
all dressed for bed, and wrapped in his blanket, we got in the rocker. Noah looks and me sweetly and says, "i love you, mama" *tear* In about 2 minutes, he is sound asleep. so, there i sat, rocking my sweet tangerine scented little boy, cherishing the moment of rocking him to sleep. i know that far too quickly, these days will be long past.
i got noah all tucked in his bed. thomas is now home and playing cars with nathan, so i headed to the bathroom for a relaxing hot shower for myself. i stood several moments soaking in the hot water and steam. after getting out, i kissed thomas goodnite and told him i was going to bed. he responded with,
"why do you smell like baby shampoo?"
"oh, you know"
"noah, empty the soap again?"
"yep"
i love motherhood. at the end of the day, you just can't help but be grateful to God for your amazing children, no matter how much mess you have to clean up or how much work they are.
its a good thing he's cute!!
see, i even give him his popsicle in the bathtub!!
