Is That A Grey?

No…it isn’t…I don’t have any grey hair yet. (Although I can’t say the same for my husband…sorry Nate…I just had to poke fun). No greys at 29 for me. But my child….my wonderful second son is definitely going to give me greys pretty soon. Oh! This child! He is so wonderful but he sure keeps me on my toes.

Example #1: Toilet Paper

This morning I brought everyone into the bathroom to brush our teeth. Upon arriving in the bathroom, I discovered that Elias’ toothbrush, and the toothpaste were in the other bathroom. Nathan had moved them the night before. I left the boys and went to retrieve them. I didn’t run or anything. But I certainly didn’t stop to smell the roses either. When I got back…maybe 15-20 seconds later, I found Simon in a huge wad of toilet paper giggling up a storm. There was none left on the roll. As Elias and I brushed our teeth, Simon attempted to pick off every last bit of the glued-on bits from the empty toilet paper roll. Look at him sitting there with the ring in his mouth…as if he had nothing to do with the wad of toilet paper he is currently sitting on.

Example #2: Cat Litter

Simon has been attempting to get into the cat litter for a couple weeks now. He likes to sneak in there when I am doing laundry because the bathroom and the laundry closet are in close proximity. This morning as I was trying to move one load from the washer to the dryer, I literally would take one handful of clothes, move it to the dryer, and already have to go chase after him. Then I’d bring him back, give him a toy to attempt to occupy him, and reach for another handful of clothes. I’d get one into the dryer, and have to chase after him again. The other alternative is to stick him in the crib. But he immediately starts crying because he knows he is missing out.

Anyway, as I was busy with Elias this afternoon, I realized it was very quiet. And I could not see Simon. I ran as fast as I could do the kitty litter…and sure enough…he had finally reached his target. I don’t know if any actually got in his mouth. But it was all over his hand, and down his sleeve. Gross! Needless to say I spent some time cleaning him up after that! This is all new because Elias never tried to get into the kitty litter.

Example #3: Pots and Pans

Even with one child well into toddler-hood I naively believed that the toddler banging pots and pans was something one only finds in storybooks. Not so! Today as I was making lunch, Simon figured out how to open the pots and pans drawer. He proceeded to take out all the pots and lids, and then started banging the smallest sauce pan on the floor as hard as he could. That boy loves making loud sounds. I gave him a soup ladle to bang on the pot rather than having him bang it on the floor. He was quite amused.

I love this boy, and I would not have it any other way. But I feel like I’m having to learn how to be a mom all over again. This would be hard enough if it were just him! Having two to contend with is quite the challenge. I’m sure it is only onward and upward from here…onward and upward to bigger messes. And more joy!