Everyday Adventures

Thus my adventure begins, a journey into the challenges of motherhood! CAST: WACKY HUSBAND ~ A man that I have to *page* before I get an answer to my questions when he's reading, which is all the time. KID ~ aka "Boogers", a nickname that drives Grandma insane. But to the point 'ya know?' SASHA ~ HUGE, throwback pomeranian who didn't turn out to be cute and fluffy like I wanted. Sometimes known to be housetrained. INLAW GRANDPARENTS ~ Not evil yet, but that may change.

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Thirty something woman with one husband, two kids and a variety of wildlife living under one roof.

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Things Happen in Threes?

Ah, the quick escape to post before the son (who is currently inspecting the flooring to see if it can be peeled off the ground) realizes that I am no longer in the room to watch his antics.

The day starts with son sleeping in to the glorious tone of 8:45 am. I am sure I will pay for this later when I absolutely need to put him down for his afternoon nap. Can't have our cake and eat it too.

Son eats breakfast of his usual hated cereal; making faces the whole time and trying to escape the impending doom of the spoon. Mom cleans him up and proceeds to do housework.

Not long after (seconds later), gawd awful sounds erupt from kitchen. I then race upstairs to see what sort of disaster has occurred and find Cao, mop in hand, whole bucket of water spilt on floor, soaking wet head to toe in dirty mop water, and screaming violently cause the water was a hell of a lot colder than he was expecting.

Upon rescue and a warm bath, he is currently roaming the kitchen to inflict disaster on the world.

As it stands at this exact moment, this is the first trouble for the day. I am currently seeking to avoid the consequences of the chaos law for the rest of the day. Predicted success, hopeful?

-Second Troubles-

Just when I thought this post was through. Thudding sounds in kitchen without the sound of child screaming. Very suspicious indeed. Cao was discovered in high chair by mother.

He had dragged a chair over to his high chair, climbed onto the chair into the high chair, promptly pulled off the large wall unit containing the calendar and threw it on the floor. Ten month old son is currently unremorseful even after mother tells him that what he did is bad. Admonishment was greeted by a series of baby babbles and giggles.

I am simply not scary enough to discipline. Dog is currently better at discipline by a series of low growls and barks.

2 Comments:

Blogger ThePoisonPen said...

Your baby sounds like a devious furniture mover. I would be wary of the dog and the baby conspiring to release the dog biscuits and cookies into the wild of the household. One day, you'll spot the baby riding the dog through the house admidst general terror and destruction. Keep sharp objects out of his hands. He won't hurt himself, but I fear for drywall and upholstered furniture.

12:58 PM  
Blogger Jenn said...

Oh dear god! I can see it now! When that day arrives, I'll fly you in to penguin country so that you can put me out of my misery!

2:43 PM  

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