My husband is obviously concerned about eye safety. He wears safety goggles when he mows the lawn to protect his eyes from flying sticks, rocks, and debris. After wearing a pair to jump start our battery after an unnamed child left a light on in our van and our battery was dead as we loaded the vehicle to go to church, the goggles were found by Henry on the kitchen table. He put them on his small face. He lowered his voice, changed his face, and said, "Hi! I'm Daddy. Vivian, use a fork. Henry, you're bad! Julie, I luuuvvvvv you!!" We died. He was hilarious!
What was not so hilarious was the unknown small person who twice peed on Vivian's quilt, bedding, and favorite blankies yesterday. I found the first wet area before naptime, and I washed it all. I found the next huge pee area at bedtime, and I flipped out. Robbie played bad cop and got both of them to individually admit to peeing on Viv's bed. What?! We have no idea which child really committed the crime. I just know that I did a lot of loads of laundry. It got even better in the middle of last night when I heard talking from their room. I discovered they were awake and having a little pow wow. Vivian said, "For some reason my bed is all wet." I said, "HENRY!!! Did you pee on your sister's bed?" He replied, "Not this time." There is nothing like doing linen laundry in the middle of the night. When it happens I am reminded of a great book called The Book Thief in which the kind father figure in the story set during WWII patiently washed the little girl's sheets after she wets them in her sleep night after night. Who created that character, and where can I get that kind of patience?
Vivian used the potty today, and she left a big streak of yucky on the seat. Henry saw it, and he decided it would be a really good idea to clean the poop off the potty by aiming his pee spray at it. You can guess how that turned out for me. Pee spray was on the toilet, the wall, in the air vent, and all over the tile. I handed him the Clorox wipes and put him to work fixing the gross problem. He then threw the unflushable wipe into the toilet after I specifically said not to do so. What kind of an idea was that, and why in the world did I have to say, "Never use your pee to try to clean someone's poop again, Son!!!!!"
Today after they managed to get crumbled ground beef all over their dining room table chairs and floor, they entered the unfinished part of our basement. On the storage shelves they made an amazing discovery...small bottles of various sprinkles used for decorating baked goods. They had a grand old time sprinkling the floor with green sugar and red/white/blue candy coated chocolate sprinkles sticks. They didn't just utilize a little small area on the floor, then went to down and really emptied those bottles. Sprinkles were ALL OVER THE PLACE!!! I am pretty sure they covered a 6' by 3' area of floor. Then they walked around on it, which turned their feet blue and brown. Next, they left a trail up the stairs and into the main level. That did it. I yelled for Robbie. We decided on a consequence, and they are in bed.
My life is full. My life is not dull. My children are healthy and inquisitive and creative. I always love them no matter what. Someday they will grow up, leave me, and I'll miss them. I will most likely survive their childhood.
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