Such an interesting day we’re having here in Casa de Loco! Matt has been alternately cranky and bunches of fun; P has been alternately fun and a troublemaker. In the first few hours of the day, Preston
- Dumped out the entire carousel of crayons
- Proceeded to throw said crayons across the room
- Laughed when I told him no
- Dumped over a vase of flowers (yes, they were within reach, but they’ve been in the same spot since Saturday with nary a look from the small boy)
- Asked for bearjuiceblankcouch no less than
56 times - Stuffed 3 fig newtons in his mouth at once and amazingly, did not choke
- Gave the dog a crayon to chew on
- Dumped out a box full of train tracks and trains
- Got thunked in the head by the front door (technically, by me, since I was trying to close it and didn’t see him come around behind me)
- Gone through no less than 6 cups of ‘juice’ and probably 1.5 times as many diapers
- Named the colors of many crayons, but not correctly. 🙂
- is on his third shirt of the day
Matt, on the other hand,
- has whined incessantly at least 4 times, with incessantly lasting about 5-10 minutes each time
- has said “I’m not ready yet!” about 7 times (equal to the number of times I attempted to get him to wear underwear)
- built cushion towers in the doorway of the playroom and then whined when I decided that it wasn’t a good idea
- made his own cardboard box car
- made up a fantastic dance to the sound of popping packing bubbles
- broke 2 crayons on purpose before I noticed
- broke the antenna to the remote control car by running into the wall with it (do we need to discuss the running with a skinny metal object in his hands?)
- decided he could cut a hole in cardboard with a butter knife, causing his brother to tantrum because he needs on too.
- wrote his name, twice (one time he swapped the M and the A, but still!)
The day is still young; I can only dream of what is next! Rainy, super muggy day promises no outside time for the boys, and I’m NOT going to the mall with them again – I can’t get anything done! The house had hopes of being clean, but that was fleeting. I had hopes of accomplishing something, but screw it.
Ugh, tantrum number 4,206 – later!
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