That statement is so true! It's unbelievable how true that is. It has been nutsy around our house lately. For the past few weeks I have been wondering where my cute little boy has gone. The stories are endless and I have decided to not wait 10 years before I am ready to laugh about these incidents. There are two stories I would like to share (just two).Story #1
First of all, last Monday I was feeding Kylee while Cody was eating some lunch. I usually help him wash his hands when he is done eating but I was unable to and he didn't want to wait. He told me he would stand on his stool in the bathroom and wash them himself. I thought that would be harmless and even helpful. He has done it before totally on his own and, although the counter is usually soaking wet, he gets the job done fairly well. A few minutes went by and then I heard the toilet flush. Cody likes to blow his nose and then flush the tissue down the toilet so I thought that that was probably what he was doing. A few more minutes went by and I started getting suspicious (it was the silence that sent up a red flag). I asked him what he was doing. Silence. I asked him to come back. Silence. Then I heard the bathroom door close. It was the first time in my life I used Cody's full name. Still no response. Doesn't he know what the full name call means? I put Kylee down and went to check out the damage. Cody was playing "Bigger Better" with the toilet. It turned out that he had flushed a piece of clothing (mine) down the toilet. The toilet had taken it well, so he went for something bigger: a towel. The toilet didn't handle that one as well and spit it back out. Fishing things out of the toilet is never fun, but losing things entirely via the sewer is worse.
Story #2
The next day Cody was playing in the living room while I was feeding Kylee (noticing a trend here?). The next thing I knew I was waking up. I realized I had dozed off for a few minutes and Cody was no longer in sight. This time when I called for Cody he came. Cody was completely greased from head to toe (including his t-shirt and shorts) in a thick layer of vaseline. Sometimes we put vaseline on Cody before he goes to bed because of his dry skin and he was looking pretty proud of himself thinking he had done a great thing to help out. I layed Kylee down and followed his trail. I found an empty jar of vaseline and a greasy patch of carpet in his room. Does anyone know how to get vaseline out of carpet and clothes?
So those are my latest and greatest crazy stories. I hope you are laughing about it. I know I am now (otherwise I will cry).
This post is dedicated to any and all who continued having children after an experience similar to this and a warning to anyone who has not had more than one child-or any at all-that parenthood is not for sissies.
3 comments:
That is quite funny. My best friends little boy prefered flushing stuffed animals and mom tells me that I was more of a tube girl myself. You see we were all 2years apart which meant she had a child in the terrible twos and an infant to nurse at the same time. I was a big fan of toothpaste, lipstick and shaving cream. I mostly enjoyed suezzing it into my dads very large shoes. What a blessing children are. Good luck and call if you need someone to watch the babies.
by suezzing I mean squeezing
Ha ha I love this post! How fabulous having two children can be. I guess it could be worse...it could be three! Also, that first picture is a classic! I found most of my difficulties with two kids at first always happened when I was feeding the baby as well. Good luck! P.S. We've had a vaseline problem before as well, but never did figure out how to get it out of the carpet. Let me know if you find a way!
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