I am the Woman. The Wild are my Children (or CHILD as the case may be).
(Sunshine experiences the thrill of slathering your hands with Desitin then pounding it into the carpet.)
Let's get one thing clear:
I adore my two year old.
I adore my newborn.
They are cute, sweet, loveable, etc.
But two year old + newborn = craziness.
Really, the two of them together make for laughable antics straight out of a slap stick comedy.
I will give you a small sampling of our escapades:
We're at Walmart. Baby carseat in cart, Sunshine sitting up front. She kindly turns around and helps feed Mr. Bingley his bottle. Such a sweet big sister! Then she decides to take a turn drinking out of Bingley's bottle herself. Ai yi yi!
Mama intervenes before she sticks contaminated nipple back in wee baby's mouth.
We purchase our 3 items quickly (baby now crying with no bottle) and head to restrooms for a thorough rinsing. Bottle now cleaned, baby sucks happily as we move towards the car. Big sister smiles at the now soothed baby. Mama's feeling self-satisfied that we accomplished our errands in record time (only 15 minutes). And only one (slight) incident. Suddenly and without warning Sunshine is drinking out of Mr. Bingley's bottle again. I didn't even see her take it out of his mouth--the girl has such speed. UGH! Where is that pacifier? No luck. Baby cries himself to sleep on the ride home.
That was the morning. The afternoon offers no refuge from the storm. Let's look at the barrage of messes Sunshine has made around the house. I give them to you in unrhymed couplets. Let's just go ahead and call them. . .
Miss Sunshine's Deluge
Mom sits happily to nurse her wee one.
Sunshine pours lotion into the carpet.
Mom helps son with tough homework.
Sunshine smears butter into her hair.
Mom moves wet clothes to the dryer.
Sunshine dumps yogurt on the floor.
All this and only one day!
I try to stay calm as a summer morning by chanting inner mantra.
(Inner mantra strikingly similiar to Diane Summers singing "I will Survive")
All the while I smile thinking, "Just think, in two years I'll get to do this again with the wee one!"
Yet adore them, I do. (God made kids cute, sweet and loveable so they will survive!)
(You ignore my baby acne, I'll ignore yours.)
9 comments:
That sounds like one heck of a day. I tmade me laugh and a few years down the road you'll be able to laugh too but when you are in the middle - it's not so funny.
Charlie reminds me of Sam in that pic.
You should keep a running list of the unusual messes she makes. It will make her laugh in a few years and you will have the satisfaction of a growing list. It may take you a few extra years before you can actually laugh at it too.
It is always nice to read about what other mothers are going through with the mess seekers in their homes. It does make you grateful for your messes and not the combination.
Tell Rich he should come and run the Wasatch Back too since he is such an athlete. I am super impressed!
I love how you write.
Right now I am just grateful.
You make me grateful that Sarah will not get near the Desitin.
hang in there sister, I can only wish for such a life as yours, I can't get over how much Charlie looks like Sam in that picture.
I am here to testify you will NOT laugh about it in a few years. Layne is still on the path of destruction 5 years in the running. He has done those exact things. Her especially liked flushing things down thr toilrt, so watch out for that one. You won't have to worry about Charlie though, he will learn from Sophi's mistakes. There's the bonus.
OH BECKY----that is crazy!! i didnt know that sophie was such a handful. she is so sweet and unassuming.
but, if it makes you feel any better, i was just dealing with "pink" carpet.
i should blog about my saga of junk in the carpet. just paid 75 bucks to get it out.
Charlie is SOOO cute. i wish i could be there to see him grow. he looks just like sam!! such a little man.
AHHHH.
you WILL survive. i cant imagine how much you have your hands full right now. but you are one of the best, most patient, longsuffering people that i know.
your such a great mom~!!!!!!
It seems like only yesterday that Austin took one of those ice cream buckets full of powdered sugar and dumped it in the play room and then stomped it into the carpet. Then having it all over himself came running to me yelling, that he was all black. Also he and his trusty sidekick, Angela, rubbed blue gel toothpaste and red lipstick into the peach colored carpet in my dressing room. Those were the days!
That sounds absolutely insane!!! Lotions and yogurts really do make some of the worst messes (and I can only imagine what the Desitin was like to clean up...my twins got into peanut butter one time...yuck!).
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