Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Know the saying "silence is golden?" Not really the case when you have a 2 year old. As we were wrapping up preschool on Monday, I gathered the boys for reading time until their moms came. James usually tries to be one of the boys, and he did start out with us, but then said something about "melmo" and ran into the other room. I figured he was just gonna play with his elmo toys. I didn't hear a peep from him during the last two books. After we read I told the boys they could play until their ride came. As they all booked it into the other room with the toys, I started to gather the books up, but then heard the boys scream my name. Confused I rushed into the other room, and there was my little 2 year old grinning ear to ear while playing in his make-shift sand box. Made with the entire contents of a newly opened and very pricey 24 oz can of Bens "special" formula. GRRRRR. I was first upset cuz its $30 bucks a can, and I didn't have anymore in storage, nor did I want to take my boys to the store to get some. And with James plopped down right in the middle of it, all over the kitchen floor which hadn't been mopped since before leaving on our unfortunate waste of a trip on Friday, i couldn't salvage any of it. Then I was upset cuz that stuff is so sticky and James had it matted all over himself. This now meant I was gonna have to give him a bath to get it all off. And then the whole cleaning it off the floor was just another thing to add to my "have to do but really dont want to nor was I planning on doing today to do list" I swept the floor three times before I felt it was now ok to mop. Then I had to ponder on the best way to mop as the swiffer would only stickify the remnants further. I ended up just dumping water all over the floor and got out an old towel and danced my way back and forth until I thought it was clean. It dried and to my frustration it was still sticky. SO I repeated my previous mopping job, but once again the floor felt sticky. Once more I mopped the floor, and only then realized maybe the problem wasn't the floor but my feet which I hadn't washed off yet. Smart. Anyway I initially was frustrated with James but as he gave me his popped eyeballs uh-oh face followed by his mischievous smile and his growling weird laugh that he does and then threw in a big hug and a "ow-we"(sorry) I couldn't help but laugh at this little punk. 2 year olds!