Finally found the walking toy! Look who's so big!
"From peace to chaos in 60 seconds!"
...POOPED IN THE TUB! Ahhhhhhh!!! So much for peaceful bath time! Grab the boy (even though he hadn't actually been washed yet) and pull him out of the bath before the murky brown cloud reaches his end of the tub, toss a towel at him while he howls about the cold and struggles to get it wrapped around his wet body. Grab at Belle's hands to keep her from picking up a poop floating by and pull her out wondering how the heck to proceed with the cleaning.
Then to top it off, after getting Belle wrapped up in an OLD towel which I planned to burn afterwards and getting D off to put on PJ's I was contemplating the best way to get the tub clean when D came back into the bathroom claiming he needed help with his pajamas because they were stuck. Expecting to see a pajama top stuck over his head or something, I was surprised to see him in just a pullup.
"Well, bring me your pj's and I'll help you," I say.
He looks confused, "But they're stuck."
"Oh, they're stuck somewhere. Where are they stuck?"
"On the fan," he says.
I did a bit of mental gymnastics trying to draw sense from that before giving up and asking "What fan, honey?"
"That one!" he points cheerfully to the living room ceiling. "My pajama shirt went over it, but the pants got stuck."
Friday, March 26, 2010
It's amazing how much joy I get from knowing my kids are enjoying something. For instance, it is nap time. Is D sleeping? No, of course not. He's in his room until 3 though. Usually I'd be annoyed but he has 2 library books in there and Harold and the Purple Crayon is cracking him up. It's so cheery to hear him chortling in his room at Harold's silliness.