Will this day ever end?

I couldn't let the day go by without saying "farewell" to one of the worst parenting days of my life (relatively speaking, that is). For those of you in need of a little comic relief, I know this will not disappoint!
Here it is, in timeline format....

Wednesday night
8 p.m. Put baby Jonathan to bed (all is well....)
8:30 p.m. Jonathan is putting Delaney to bed. I come downstairs, check baby in video monitor... not in crib. Go upstairs to check. He's out of his crib sitting on the floor playing with "something white". Turn on the light.... he's gotten into the Desitin and emptied half the tube which he is now squishing through his hands, all over his pjs and onto the carpet. Clean him, change him, scrub carpet. Back to bed.
10 p.m. Jonathan and I go to bed. Check on baby...not in crib. Asleep on floor with blankets and baby (awwww... so sweet)

Thursday
5:30 AM!!!!!! I wake up to a thud (which is Jonathan climbing/falling from crib) Go in, change his diaper, show him that it's still dark out and time for night-night
5:40 a.m. Out of bed again (Jonathan's turn!) He catches him looking out the window--maybe the sun has come up? back in crib
5:50 a.m. Thud, out of crib
6:10 a.m. thud, out of crib
etc. etc. etc.

URGHHHHH!

8 a.m. bath the kids
8:20 a.m. Try to get breakfast in them before Delaney's school
9 a.m. Drop Delaney at school and head to Babies R Us for $80 "Crib Tent" to contain the kid (Oh, did I mention my parents are watching the kids for the weekend while we go to Chicago for a wedding... can't have all those "thuds" for my parents)
11:45 a.m. Try to install crib tent... semi-fits, but matress is dangling in mid air, hanging on mesh netting (not good) Jonathan puts baby in anyway :) side panel rips (urgh!)
11:50 a.m. HUGE crash downstairs... Jonathan crying. Run downstairs to find he's "helped himself" to a full pitcher of lemonade from counter. Pitcher is in pieces on floor with 2 quarts of lemonade on floor also. (guess I'll be ordering another Quick stir pitcher from Pampered Chef)
12:30 I convince Jonathan to move the crib mattress up so no more dangling mattress and I can put that ulcer order on hold
2 p.m. Baby Jonathan is finally asleep and contained in his crib (Horray!)

Yeah, we survived! and Jonathan and I didn't even fight to the death due to lack on sleep.
Glad that day is OVER!

Hangin' with my Homegirl...

I just love afternoons with Delaney when she allows me the time to rest and watch a movie with her. Today we are getting in the spirit of Christmas and watching "The Polar Express". I remember the first time I ever saw that movie... it was on ABC, I was in a hospital room at Magee Woman's Hospital 2 days after having baby Jonathan. It was a wonderful way to welcome in the Christmas spirit.

Happy Halloween!

We didn't take a picture "pre-loot eating" so he's a sucker monkey now!

I think the kids were done with smiling at this point, especially Delaney. No more Trick or Treating for her!

How can you get upset that he got chocolate all over his belly? He's just too cute!

Our beautiful Lady Bug! She was the one Daddy needed to carry home on his shoulders after too much Trick-or-Treating, not Jonathan.

No...not a goatee....

No, Jonathan is not advanced for his age and growing facial hair... nor are these pictures of messing eating. THESE pictures are the result of mommy being on the phone and Jonathan being TOO quiet... I went to check on him. He was in my bathroom, in the make-up drawer, applying "lipstick".... only it was mascara. How can you not laugh?

A moment of peace, please!

This is a shout out to all those mommies out there who can't ever get a moment's peace to relieve ourselves (in the truest sense of the word). Never, ever are we allowed the privacy or quiet solitude to use the facilities. Can I get an Amen? If the door isn't locked, then one or both of my kids are in the bathroom with me, playing with the water in sink, trying to sit on my lap (I know.. gross!) or asking for a drink. I've started locking the door. This usually promotes the wailing and nashing of teeth on the other side of the barrier... which, although technically ALONE, does not make it quiet time by any means. Just once I would LOVE to get through an entire page of a catalog before the whining starts. Today was the same except for one wonderful time this morning when I actually did have some quiet, which then makes me wonder..."What are they in to out there?" until I heard a small little voice saying "Mommy?" from the other side of the door. Unlike times past, no screaming just the cutest, tenderest jesture... a small 22 month old had came under the door looking for my touch. When I touched him gingerly with my toes, the giggles errupted and the game was on. I have to say, it was the most fun bathroom time I've had in a long time. I wish this for all my mommy friends...

Why is he naked?

This is the question I have now been asking myself at the end of every naptime and every early morning for the past week.
Jonathan's latest trick... the removal of ALL clothing, including diaper. No matter how many layers, zippers, snaps, duct tapes (just kidding) he gets through them all. And when asked "Where are your clothes?", he politely points to the place outside of his crib where they have been discarded.
Now, why, I ask you, does he do this? For the ulitmate prize, you see... the greatest toy ever invented... do I need to say it? I have been inquiring to my friends who are also raising little boys if this is "normal" or if I should be worried that this is an unhealthy obsession and one brave mommy confided in me her own doctor's response as to when he would stop playing with his "toy"..... "When he's 90 or so"

Share?

Do you think they are sharing? Welcome to my world on Wednesday, September 3rd.
The funny part about this... they were actually fighting worse before Delaney saw that I had the camera or that I was watching. They were both screaming seconds before. It's a shame my poor deprived kids only have a few grains of sand and one pail to play with.