Never Turn Your Back
Never Turn Your Back
Never Turn Your, Oh Crap!
Never Turn Your Back
Never Turn Your, Oh Crap!
Today was one of those days. The morning and early afternoon went well (except for finding a knitting mistake and ripping back 3 times), but late afternoon/early evening? Um, not so well.
Guess what I did, twice? Yep. Turned my back. What did it get me?
First I caught the Youngest finger painting on the living room rug with a big handful of sour cream from his early supper which consisted of quesadillas and the before mentioned sour cream. He also decided that his shorts and legs would look much better coated in sour cream too. I caught him before he could do more damage.
Second was a double whammy. The living room was trashed in about 10 minutes. During that time he also decided that he needed to be loose and free. So off came the shorts and diaper and he was scampering all about his clueless brother who was engrossed in a nice 60s Batman movie. He was also climbing on the back of the couch and rolling down onto the seat section of it. Destruction and chaos reigned supreme all around the Eldest and he didn't even notice. Usually he's my alarm system since he's my "by the book" child, but not so much today, obviously.
Where was I during the incidents? Doing laundry during the first, and spray painting a project for the Eldest for school during the second. So I have some good excuses, don't I? Well, don't I?
I really wish I had taken a picture of the sour cream incident for you, but I was in panic clean up mode and didn't think of it. I could take a pic of the trashed living room, but I'd rather not embarrass myself at this point. I don't think I can take much more tonight. :)
Guess what I did, twice? Yep. Turned my back. What did it get me?
First I caught the Youngest finger painting on the living room rug with a big handful of sour cream from his early supper which consisted of quesadillas and the before mentioned sour cream. He also decided that his shorts and legs would look much better coated in sour cream too. I caught him before he could do more damage.
Second was a double whammy. The living room was trashed in about 10 minutes. During that time he also decided that he needed to be loose and free. So off came the shorts and diaper and he was scampering all about his clueless brother who was engrossed in a nice 60s Batman movie. He was also climbing on the back of the couch and rolling down onto the seat section of it. Destruction and chaos reigned supreme all around the Eldest and he didn't even notice. Usually he's my alarm system since he's my "by the book" child, but not so much today, obviously.
Where was I during the incidents? Doing laundry during the first, and spray painting a project for the Eldest for school during the second. So I have some good excuses, don't I? Well, don't I?
I really wish I had taken a picture of the sour cream incident for you, but I was in panic clean up mode and didn't think of it. I could take a pic of the trashed living room, but I'd rather not embarrass myself at this point. I don't think I can take much more tonight. :)
