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I give T1 quite a bit of crap for not being able keep the house presentable while being home this summer with T4 (and sometimes T3). From what I remember last summer it was a breeze. Duh.
It seems that turning 2 has brought about quite a few changes in his "ability".
This evening T4 and I alone at home and in T3s bedrooms looking at his elementary yearbook. T4 said "be right back" and took off.
I guess I was kind of engrossed in the pictures and so it took me while to notice how quiet it was.
I went to find T4. I did. In my bathroom.
It's so weird, but I've never seen a kid fill his ears with toothpaste. And then cover his face and head with toothpaste.
There’s a NASCAR “season”?
But it did.
I got home last night and started getting T3 ready for VBS (yes nighttime VBS – awesome for working moms). As I was helping him get ready we somehow ended up in front of the window – in the clarifying sunlight and it was then that I saw the gum all over his face…8 hours after Gum-gate originally took place. I followed the trail of gum around his right cheek until it led me to his right ear. There I found the entire back of his ear covered in gum.Are you freakin’ kidding me?
I had to get an ice cube to try to ‘freeze off’ the gum from his back, cheeks, nose and right ear. That didn’t work so I ended up having to chew up my own piece of gum and then use that with the “lift-off” technique. Gross.
After we got most of it off I went out on the shaky limb to ask why there was gum behind his ear he said “Well, Daddy said that if you need to stick your gum somewhere to save it, behind your ear is safer than your back”.
T1s real age of 40
+T3s real age of 6
+ gum + sarcasm
– my real age of 37
= my 64 new gray hairs and the slow decomposition of my sanity.
I hear this a lot, but seems like I rarely get to say it.
Today I did. And the satisfaction I expected was not to be found.
Dangit.
This week T1 is home with both kids. Alone. (Picture my eyes the size of small dinner plates and we’re on the same page!)
Anyway, I had an appt Monday morning before work. My plan was to dress comfortably since I would need x-rays and then after the appointment I would stop back by the house and change clothes and then head to work – that should take 10 minutes…tops…
I walked in through the laundry room to find T1 and T3 at the computer desk rummaging through the bags of “get rid of” toys – picking out stuff they wanted to keep?!? Ahem, those are discards that we all agreed on. They wanted to keep so much that TWO full bags turned into ONE half bag. WTH?
I say my peace and leave off to find T4. He’s laying across the ottoman with gum in his fingers seeing if it will stick to the green chenille. Meanwhile, T3 heads upstairs and I get T4 into the kitchen on the “snack spot” with his gum – just in time for him to swallow it and ask for more.As I head upstairs to change (20 minutes into the 10 minute stop) I see T3 walking past the stairs with no shirt. I ask him where his shirt is and he replies “It sort of has gum on it”. WHAT, WHAT, WHAT?
On the way to yell at him I see gum on the hall wall (excellent). He brings me his shirt and there is gum on the back…inside. How the heck did you do that??? He walks away and there is gum all over his back. WTH?It turns out he had the gum (as recommended by his dentist) and then decided that he wanted some Cheezits. He *knew* that he would need the gum to chew again after eating the sticky Cheezits so he STUCK THE GUM TO HIS BACK TO SAVE IT JUST LIKE HE’D SEEN IT DONE IN WILLIE WONKA…
Why Lord? Oh because I was bad as a kid? Yes, I remember that. Okay thanks.
Sometimes we give T3 the option to sit with us in ‘big church’ until kids time OR the whole time. Typically he chooses to leave for Sunday school but sometimes he likes to stay with us. And at 6 years he’s pretty good about sitting still.
So this past Sunday, we offered and T3 chose to stay with us the whole time.
He colored and drew for a bit and then started to get a little fidgety. He didn’t want to leave though.
I’m not sure what I was thinking or what came over me, but I pulled up Bejeweled on my phone, turned down the volume and gave it to T3 to play.
It was a hit! It was quiet and a 6 year old has to pay attention and there’s not much interaction that requires talking.
So T1 and I are listening to the sermon and our pastor starts to lead us in prayer. This is typically the congregational prayer that leads to the Lord’s Prayer so that point we are only listening to her reverent words asking the Lord for his mercy and grace. It’s quiet and solemn. We had almost forgotten that T3 was there with us and playing a video game. Almost. Until he evidently made a good move and the silence was shattered by the loud hiss of
“YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!”
Dear Lord,
Please forgive us
Sincerely,
Tracy
Once upon a time there was a girl. When she was younger she didn’t really think about calorie consumption and exercise…primarily because she was young and healthy without much effort on her part. Then one day the girl got married and had a baby. That baby made her get so fat. J But eventually she was able to buckle down and lose that weight…vowing to either not have any more kids OR be more disciplined. On the VERY DAY she reached her lowest weight since that baby, she found out she was pregnant again. The hormones eventually took over and she went crazy and gained another 60 lbs. So now having broken both vows she tried to happily embrace her new ‘fuller’ figure. But one day she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror (not her own because that mirror made her look okay). She was sad and again vowed to lose weight. She signed up for a BOOT CAMP and excitedly counted down the days. Then on June 1st she got up bright and early and headed to boot camp! 5:30 a.m. sharp. And then she died.
~ The end ~
Okay, so she didn’t actually die in the literal sense BUT she was in such bad shape she got tendonitis in her Achilles tendon and can’t go back. The doctor recommended physical therapy – isn’t that a form of boot camp? :-)
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