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If you are my kids, and you see the bathroom door shut: Don't Come In! (Rule 18) What is it about my bathroom? You have one attached to your room, there's one in the hall downstairs. Don't barge into a closed bathroom door! Argh.
On a similar note..we went to the Fayetteville library today (since our Springdale books are due back, and I'm dyslexic/confused/busy). While I had Ethan looking at puzzles and Mary Claire was watching him, and I was looking for Mary Claire some books in the fiction section (out of the silly easy-reader section, away from her new favorite-magazines!) (since she asked me to look for her some books-I'm not Hitler)..anyway-I could hear their voices getting louder in the fairly quiet library. Finally I heard the word "underwear" really loudly, so I had to check it out! (and leave my favorite section: Beverly Cleary) I went back there, and Ethan is in the chair, and when I grabbed him to get him down, he put his hand behind his back like I was going to spank him, then told me he had to go potty! I took him (shoeless, and all-he took his new flip-flops off to get comfy in the puzzle section, FYI), then when I set him down on the toilet, he told me his underwear were still clean! I didn't think much about it (other than, Yay!..?), but then after we wiped him, and I had to wet toilet paper to clean off the sticky poopy (since the library's all *green* and they only use hand dryers), I saw poop in his underwear!! Uh--Gross! I had him step out of them, and I trashed them. There are few things I like less than poopy clothing (namely throw-up clothes and bedding), so they just couldn't come home with us. I mean, people would smell them eminating from my bag, and they'd be onto us.
So, I just pulled up his *clean* shorts, and we washed up (using that handy, dandy high-speed, save-the-environment-dryer!). When we were out in the library again, he said his pants were falling down (uh-oh, then they'd know for sure!), so I tightened up the little buttons inside the waist band (the smart suckers that invented them, are so rich! The Best Invention of the 2000's!), and he was fine.
I had to go upstairs to search the card catalog (which is gone now, BTW-it's just a computer. I knew that, but I didn't know what to call the computer-search-thingy, so I asked the reference librarian where the card catalog computer was-for adults-, and she told me, "Hunny, there is no card catalog anymore! It's all on computer!" Umm, yeah. So where is it?) Hopefully, she didn't smell any funny business. I had to look up some couples Bible study books, as I'm preparing (un-)last minute for my lesson I'm *leading* (not really, just telling people what to talk about), but I thought it'd be fun to have samples of couples' studies, and I'm hyper-active and like this kinda thing, you know, teaching? : )
So, then we had a snack at Arsaga's out front (I had the uber-scruptious Grasshopper Iced Coffee-and I'm still wired!), Ethan had a breakdown because I ordered him the wrong brown bread (silly me), and then we went by Springdale library to return the books I remembered to bring with me. We only forgot one Fayetteville book, and three from Springdale. Not too shabby.
Ok, I'm sure I've given you enough to think about/be thankful for today! I'm thankful for un-poopy days, brown bread, and the things I remember. Ahh-and these are the good days! : )
..always giving thanks to God the Father for everything, in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. Ephesians 5:20
I'm trying to use the word okay less often, so bear with me. We ran errands today-Target, Sam's, Home Depot.. and guess where my baby was the most excited? Is he a boy, or what? He loved the tractors! He was in Heaven over in the spreaders and push mowers (if you can imagine. Anything with wheels), and then-heehee-he was on Cloud Nine! He just had to try one out! I snapped a picture, since he was just plum gleeful! : )
Here's his daddy wanting to snuggle in the happiness:
or not. I couldn't get it to go where I wanted. Bummer. I'll post it over to the side. Give me another year or two and I'll have it all knocked out.
We had to leave the house this morning. It was just not livable (that looks dumb. Live-able). Well, unless we hid out in my room. But, geez that got old by the time Dora was going off. We took to the streets, and left the workers alone. Funny, how in the beginning you don't want to be here alone and want two people here minimum. Then, you gradually are okay (#2) with taking a NAP with them here, then you just up and leave! They are very nice and seem trustworthy. They are pretty quiet (oh-except for the crazy noise I just heard-a paint mixer or something? sprayer?). That was like fate (my life), say it and it's over! Anyway (the next word I promise to strike from my vocabulary), we left and headed out to spend some time (and money). I went into Target only to return something, but left with three or four bags. How does that happen? And I pulled off a whole long strip of price markers (and Price Cut sticking-out thingies) trying to get to my peanut butter crackers. I stood on the edge of the bottom shelf (for I'm height challenged, but make up for it in other ways) and held on to the shelf edge at about my head (or what I thought was metal) and the entire strip and all the thingies went flying like confetti. It was NOT my birthday, and I couldn't get them all back on! Maybe they'll watch the cameras and place the peanut butter crackers lower? Yeah, didn't think so!
Then we went to Sam's (also supposed to be a quick trip), and stayed for ever: food, soap, pizza, etc. And had another exciting moment! Ethan again told me, "Peepee!" and grabbed himself. Then we did the "thing" we do: he grabs my neck and we RUN to the bathroom! We made it, got him on the toilet (after running in on someone in the Family Bathroom-the door was Unlocked in my defense) and he played with the trash can, wiped himself, then tried to open the door with his pants off! We got him back together (as I was scared to death the toilet was going to do the automatic flush thing with me squatted, face wayyy to close to the toilet water!), then we washed. There was a low sink, not for kids, but for wheelchairs, I'd guess. He enjoyed the washing, and could almost reach alone. Then while I was finishing washing, he reached toward this innocent looking piece of countertop, and SSSSSHHHHHH!!! He freaked out! It was an air dryer, and it was LOUD! It was blowing at his face-level, and it was just all too much. He started crying, and it was over. We went back to Ches, and he buried his head in his daddy. I hope this is not the end of bathroom-love.
Ps-No. No peepee went into the toilet today. At least not yet. But you never ignore a "peepee".
Gotta pick the kids up and enjoy the SuN! : )
Big Boy Bed?
We tried Ethan in Clay's lower bunk tonight. And...after many lights on, noises, talking, playing, and general partying, he's back in his own bed. We let them stay up late (big 8:30!), and thought he'd make it after he tucked himself into Mary Claire's bed. And stayed for almost 10 minutes while we played hide-and-seek with Bella. Again! But, alas. He's still not ready. Which is FiNe with me since I like the "locked" in the bed thing, and the "can't come out till I get him out" (except for when he's willful and climbs out...)!
Ruined Bathroom Experience
Learned a lesson today. If you are headed to the bathroom for a moment (or a while, depending on the situation..), find a fun activity for your child! Give them play-doh, a happy show on tv, a sugary snack that takes a while to chew-any freaking thing that keeps them out of your potty area for long enough to go!! I was having a bathroom break, and Ethan came in (wanted me done, like 5 minutes ago), climbed on my lap, got bored, wanted the light on, pulled long pieces of tp and tried to shove them at my general crotch area, tried to play with the toilet brush (and I'm On Guard trying to defend my territory), then he began to open and slam my GLaSS shower door-Repeatedly! as I yelled for Ches to come help out (he didn't come), then he pulled all my magazines into a big piley mess all over the floor, as I forgot why I sat down to begin with and gave up. I get the opportunity, I don't know, once a day? And the moment was gone. And doctors wonder why women have systems that back up. It's called Kids.
Boinking on the Bed
Ok, so crisis averted, on to the next five minutes of my life.. Ethan is on my bed (I don't even really like him on it as it's high off the ground and ivory. All ivory.) He is jumping up and down (on my electric blanket), but I think hey-I'm getting to talk on the phone for five minutes, so I'll let it go (don't do this). He begins to do his "seat drops" like in gymnastics where you jump high, then fall on your bottom, and every time he does, he yells, "Boink!" Then laughs like crazy, doing it over and over. He finally says, "Boink on the bed!" Hahaha, more crazy laughter. So I confirm what he says, and laugh, since it sounds hilarious, and mom (on the phone) says, "You are the only one who should get to boink on your bed!" Enough said. Although not so much boinking right now. (Is there a chart that gives boinking rates?) Illness does seem to hamper the boinking. 'Snot good.
Green Eggs (Minus Ham, as it's a Friday during Lent)
Our eggs are now brightly colored! And decorated with hundreds of Hello Kitty, Batman, and Elmo stickers! Yes, quite the combination! : ) They are so cute-well, the ones that survived are. Ethan quite preferred to bang them on the table, which produced crack-y newsprinted eggs. After they crack, there is minute liquid, the liquid touches the newspaper (the only boundary between bright Easter colors and my wood table), then the spider cracks are coated in the black print-just gross, and un-cheerful. Clay's solution is to eat them-healthy boy. Mary Claire's is to wallpaper them with stickers. Can't see it, can you Mom? So, some are adorable, and some...well, they'll be good to eat. If they survive the Hunt!
One last thing...
My kids (of their own volition) have decided to set out Easter baskets this year for the bunny, to save having him bring all new ones. What to do? They are already prepared-and not in the bucket things they plan to put out. What? Have you EVER heard of this? Foiling the Easter Bunny? Isn't he a planner? The one year I really planned in advance? Now what? Fill the things with eggs? Trade the kids? Aaahhhh! Parenting is really Not Easy. They are ALL judgment calls! And now they want to leave him eggs. Are they confusing him with Santa? and cookies? My Easter Bunny likes cookies and chocolate. And whoever heard of a bunny eating eggs? Or delivering them I guess. Weird.
Strange Thing:
Today when I rolled up Ethan's too-long jammy sleeves, there was a big wad of chewing gum. Still freshly chewed and squishy. Um, who gave him gum? And didn't watch him? And how'd it get 3 inches down/up his sleeve?
