All Mommies reading this will agree that nothing compares to
the excitement and exhaustion packed into the daily adventures of
motherhood. This is a little glimpse of
the escapades we’ve enjoyed over the past few days…at least, the ones that I
can remember…
On Tuesday my wingman and I journeyed about an
hour-and-a-half to visit my sister-in-law, nieces and nephews. About forty-five minutes down the road I
realized my son was being suspiciously quiet.
Using the baby viewer mounted on the windshield I noticed that he had
his new “straw” sippy cup turned upside down watching the water slowly drip
through his fingers and into his lap.
Great. Upon further examination
(you know, dangerously turning around to remove the cup from his investigative
hands, while driving) I discovered
that three-fourths of the water had been drained. Did I have a change of clothes? Nope.
Therefore, upon arrival his pants were promptly removed and placed in
the drier while he ran around in a diaper.
It was a fun visit!
On Saturday my husband and I attended a benefit to support
the local RMH. I decided to go ahead and
feed our son before my super, helpful in-laws arrived to babysit. My son informed me that he was finished with
his chicken nuggets by launching one on the floor. One of the ten-pound yappers inhaled the
nugget whole as my in-laws pulled into the driveway. The two mini schnoodles went into full alarm
mode at the door and the guilty nugget eater started choking and proceeded to vomit at the feet of MiMi
and PopPop. While I was cleaning up the
first vomit, the schnoodle in question vomited a second time, per usual. By the way, all of this took place on our white
rug and before my husband had returned home from work. The husband finally got home and I proceed to
get dressed in our room. As I quickly
updated my war paint and headdress I stopped and realized that everyone was in the master bedroom with
me…husband, son, mother-in-law, father-in-law, and both dogs. I had to laugh!
On Monday evening our 22-month-old son found the twelve-foot
ladder propped against the shed in the backyard. In a matter of seconds he had scaled the
whole thing and was eye level with the roof!
I. thought. I. would. die. My husband
climbed to the top to retrieve him while I held my breath, poised to catch all
33 pounds of my little dare devil. So,
there went my shot at “Mother of the Year.”
I don’t even know how it happened so quickly and I was with him the
entire time! Clearly, I need to do
better, work harder, and pray without ceasing!
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