Moments I’ll treasure/remember/need therapy for

So, there I am playing peek-a-boo with the girls while they chomp on pears and Vienna sausages, thinking to myself how life is moving along nicely. The girls are big enough to entertain each other, themselves, and their brother. James is progressing nicely in his developmental skills. He as learned the concept of ownership. I get to hear him demonstrate it often. NO Kate! (remember, both girls are Kate) That’s MINE. So I am thinking to myself how easy and fun life is getting. Does anyone see the huge, billboard size, glowing in neon, red flag coming?!?

Well, just then, James dumps the can of pears and pear juice he’s working on down his naked belly. Not on purpose, just an accident. So, I—the quick thinking and multi-tasking mom that I am, think, “easy” We’ll just put him in the kitchen sink and spray him down with the nozzle. All goes well, except I realize his diaper is now full of water. Ok, I take off the diaper. Towel-towel, where’s a towel? OH, YEAH, I decided to watch American Idol last night instead of folding the Himalayan size mountain of laundry down stairs. So, I dash down stairs to grab a towel. Hum, naked little boy in the kitchen with no diaper on. Can you see it coming?

Yep, I get back upstairs just in him to here him declare delightfully—“PEEEEE!” as he does precisely that all over the kitchen floor. So proud of himself, how do you stay angry? Mind, this is after he has already flooded the bathroom (I can’t get mad about that one, I was standing right there cutting my hair, not paying attention) and spilled powdered sugar all over the kitchen floor.

So a life lesson is learned . . . Don’t get to hard on yourself for not emptying out the floor cleaner the night before—you might just need it the next day to clean up pee and you’ll be so glad it’s already full of Lysol and ready to go!! Now on to more pertinent matters: Do I really have to go grocery shopping or is there a way to make dinner out of ketchup, relish, mayo, stale bread, and 8 salad dressings. I might even have some week old cheerios in the bottom of my diaper bag to throw in . . . hum, my creative wheels are churning.

A sunnier day

By the Salmon Creek with Dad and sis
Ahhh! The forbidden fruits! Or, a brother's forgotten PB&J. Either way, what a happy girl.