Snowed in today, there wasn't much going on. The boys were playing in the living room (and by playing, I mean, beating the everloving snot out of each other).
My one year old (just turned one on the 22nd of Feb.) has learned to deftly defend himself by mimicking everthing his older brother does--shoving, slapping, pinching, poking and recently added a new one......biting! He's not very big, but he has been walking since he was 8 1/2 months old, so his balance is every bit as good as his brother's and he is climbing everything in sight.
Apparently, the younger, had turned over the plastic toy bin and was busy standing on it to try to reach the buttons on the dvd player on the top of the entertainment center. Older child decides that it is his job to put a stop to this and does so by pushing younger brother off of the bin.
I hear a loud crash followed by earsplitting wails. He's o.k. but youngest son now has a few less IQ points and four (yes, four) bumps and bruises on his head. He must have done a barrel roll on the way down and managed to bump his head four times from left to right.
That was the pinnacle of my day.
Sidebar: I know you must think I am crazy leaving them alone together, but (1) they are really not alone since my computer is just around the corner in the office area and all I have to do is lean back in my chair to see what is going on and (2) I don't have a lot of choice since I work from home several days a week.
Earlier in the day, I was working on the computer when I came to a slow realization that it was much too quiet in the living room.....
My panic rising, wondering if the older was smothering the younger or some other such horror (I always enjoy leaping to the fatal conclusion), I stifle my panic and calmly call out to the older, "Hey buddy, what's going on in there?"
As I lean back and look, I see my older child sitting watching t.v. and the younger is nowhere in sight. My older son turns and looks at me, shrugs his shoulders and goes back to playing with his Thomas trains and watching his show. At the same time, my peripheral vision alarm bells are going off because something is not right in the corner of my eye.
Aaaaaawwww, crrrrap! The bathroom door is open.
My four year old is still having issues with potty training (it's really a control issue but that is for another post) so we keep it shut to keep the younger out while still leaving access for the older. But apparently, older son has left the door open. (I secretly believe he did this on purpose, just to make me miserable).
As I am vaulting the baby gate into the living room, I see the younger, placidly sitting on the floor in front of the freshly used potty---enjoying swishing his brother's underpants and a sock in what, I can only imagine, he thinks is his newly discovered "pond". I run to pick him up before he decides to sample the "water" and as I do---I feel the unpleasant sensation of wet sleeper in my hands and discover (too late to do anything about it) that my clothes are getting wet as well.
Needless to say, I stripped him naked and put him straight into the bathtub. So much for starting dinner on time.
And my husband wonders why some days I don't get anything done.
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Hi Heather!
Oh my, you really have your hands full with two toddler boys. I do not envy you in that. [grin]
I once bought a t-shirt for my daughter that read: "If I'm quiet, you'd better find me." Oh boy if that wasn't true.
Alternatively, my son's t-shirt read: "Help! I'm talking and I can't shut up!" [heh-heh]
I'm thinking you could make use of some duct tape and an indoor corral. Whaddaya say we round up the boys, toss 'em in the corral, and then sit back and sip some Tension-Tamer tea. I'm fresh out of Valium. [grin]
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All righty then... I'm up waaaaaaay past my bedtime, so I guess I'd better sign off.
But I'll be back...
~ Stacy ~
Dorannes
I, too, enjoy wallowing in my own feces. Care to strip me naked and put me in the bathtub? You can even join me if you like!
Yeah, my youngest loves playing with her sister's potty too. We had to be right on the ball with emptying it quickly & always bleached it out. But it did mean we moved her on to the toilet as soon as was possible so a blessing in disguise as we don't have to empty potties at the moment:-)
She drinks her bathwater too - even though it is full of something very dodgy for her excezma - and once full of her poo!
Yuk.
Stacy-Thanks for the tip! I will get right on making that change. I am still screwing around trying to make changes in the HTML code to change my background and such.
I love the t-shirt quotes. I've got one for older son that reads, "It's my brother's fault!"
The younger needs the one your daughter has.
Mrs. A-I don't want to freak him out too much with my shrieks of horror because I am hoping that his fascination with the potty will lead to early training, unlike older son. You give me hope.
MD-I don't know, I heard you have hot water problems. I'm not really a cold bath kinda gal and I hear those State water heaters aren't real reliable.
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