Thursday, March 18, 2010
Warning: Not For the Faint of Heart 3.18.10
Public Service Announcement: Once again, my blog is doubling as birth control. If you want to believe that all is sunshine and roses at the GreenHouse, please read some other post.
First of all, have I mentioned that Ben is giving up his nap? I have? Dozens of times? Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't remember since I'm so SLEEP DEPRIVED from having him up until almost midnight if he falls asleep for TEN MINUTES while I'm driving.
And secondly, have I mentioned that when I keep him up WITHOUT a nap, he becomes a two year old possessed Ghostbusters style? From about two or three in the afternoon, I chase him around making sure he's not hitting the dog, or Kate, or Josh, or screaming in Sophie's ear. Or stealing cookies. Or rearranging my bedroom.
So today I was tired. And then he made mischief. And I thought I needed a padded room.
But I made it through. And I even made French dip sandwiches on homemade hard rolls. Super yummy, even though my sweet two-year-old monster would only eat white bread with no crust. Honestly. That is all he ate today, other than chocolate chip cookies. Oh, and two wedges of apple "without the crust."
And then he decided to help clear the table and he shattered one of the bowls full of broth. So after picking up the shards of pottery, keeping the dog from licking up some glass with her broth, and cleaning the beef broth that showered all over the kitchen (and Ben), into the tub he went for his THIRD BATH TODAY.
And to put the nail in today's coffin, I said, "Just please don't poop in the tub."
And so, of course, he did. In the tub full of every bath toy we own.
Once he fell asleep for the night, and the cleaning was mainly over, I raided the kitchen to see if I could find any cookies Ben had missed. Because some days, only sugar will make things feel better. And today was one of those days.
(Note: The picture was taken BEFORE the tub became a disaster cleanup area. I was already planning to post about Ben and his wild day and his three baths and how parenting is not always what I expected it to be.)