If you didn't know any better, you'd think the Death Star was hovering over my driveway. There are six thousand different light sabers in and around my house, battles to the death occur with alarming frequency and I'm pretty sure that at some point in the not too distant future, someone actually IS going to poke an eye out with that thing. The boys are too big for that evil purple dinosaur and too young for The Suite Life of
As above, this activity also takes place:
- in the bathtub
- in the washing machine (trust me on that one -- Kate)
- into a water bottle
- out the window of the car (fortunately parked in the driveway)
- in potted plants
- in the shower
- in MY shower
- off the deck
- on the deck
- because there's no potty nearby
- because we waited too long to use the potty
- because the potty just isn't as much fun
- all around the potty but of course not in the potty
- ummmmm...because we can?
You expect toddlers to touch everything and then put their fingers in their mouth. Disgusting things, dangerous things, germy things. I was not prepared for this phase to suddenly come back, but it has. As soon as those baby teeth started falling out, my then five year old did nothing but walk around with one finger in her mouth wiggling her wobbly tooth. But it's not just that. It's the need to touch everything and then wiggle your loose tooth that makes me want to scream/vomit/call the CDC.
She will pick something up off the bathroom floor at Walmart and then wiggle her tooth. She will touch every damn surface in any public restroom she happens to be in (and my kids are connoisseurs of public restrooms - I have no idea why) and then she will touch her loose tooth. While I'm gagging and sputtering: "Wash! Those! Hands! Gaaaahhh! Purel! Rotovirus!" She will calmly walk to the sink and say "I was about to! Tra la la!"
When she walks down the street, she touches every tree, parking meter, mail box or door knob. If there's a railing on the stairs, she runs her hand down the length of it. On the walk home from school she stops to touch bushes, pick flowers, pull leaves off trees, examine cigarette butts on the sidewalk, put pretty rocks in her pocket. She. Touches. Everything. And then she wiggles her loose tooth. It never fails. It is a medical miracle that she has not been permanently disabled by diarrheal illness.
Oh, that's gross, isn't it? Point is, STOP doing that to your shirt.
I used to think the guy at the grocery store was just a nice guy with a good memory. McLovin would say he just remembers me. Because of all the times I show up there looking all surrender-y in work out clothes and a greasy ponytail, right? No. It's because I'm the only person who buys 48 eggs, 3 gallons of milk, 2 gallons of OJ, 4 loaves of bread and 6 packages of bacon...and then says, "see you tomorrow."
Little boys love balls. Baseballs, footballs, wiffle balls, basketballs, soccer balls, golf balls, you name it. They especially enjoy food items that are vaguely ball-shaped, for example, eggs and apples. I understand why balls are fun. Boys seem hard-wired to throw and smash and destroy things and balls are intended to be hurled hard and fast. You're allowed to throw a ball. You are not allowed to throw an egg - sorry little dude - yes, even though it would be awesome, you still can't throw it. Please put it down. Slowly! Oh well. Get the paper towels. Sigh...
When you find yourself saying things like: "Now you know you're not supposed to touch your balls at the dinner table, son" you can be pretty sure the phase has almost run its course. For now.
Won't Go To Sleep Phase
Once I finally got my kids to sleep through the night, I thought I was golden. "This is the life - nice early bedtime and they're down 'til morning. Where's the corkscrew? Who needs a corkscrew?! Tap the T-box!" Then something terrible happened. They started fighting bedtime. There is nothing that will make me lose my schmidt harder and faster than putting a kid in bed at 8:00pm and then spending the next two hours hearing:
- "Mommy! I'm scared!"
- "Mommy, I'm not tired."
- "I'm thirsty."
- "Are you guys watching tv?"
- "I said I'm thirsty!"
- "Can I come give you a hug and kiss?"
- "My cheek hurts. Whaddya mean which cheek??"
- "Why not? I love you and I miss you!"
- "Can you come look at this because I think its a poisonous spider."
- "I can't find my bear and he was just here and now he's gone and I need your help right now this is terrible he's gone forever oh he's right here under the blanket."
- "I haffa go to the bathroom."
- "I'm not tired. I'm just crying because I'm loooonnnnleeeeyyyy."
You Don't Know Anything, Mommy
She's super fun. I can't wait 'til she gets her period.
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