We've had a rough few days thanks to that second front tooth. Yesterday, in particular, was quite painful. Nothing seemed to satisfy.
Sister and Little Man jumped in and washed the dishes for me. As a bonus, my counters, cabinet doors, and floor were flooded with soapy dishwater and are now cleaner than ever!
While washing, we suffered only one casualty...at the hands of a rather excited Little Man.
Little Man decided the GIANT stainless steel water bowl the dogs have out back wasn't enough, so he supplemented with one of our every day bowls. (That makes two casualties in less than an hour.)
Little Bit, who I have recently begun calling "Cupcake" (not sure why - it just came out one afternoon) is MOBILE. And life has changed. She's not up on all fours, but she sure gets around!
We're seeing a lot of this. (Please don't judge the dirty feet...I sweep multiple times a day and we bathe regularly.)
I asked Sister to keep an eye on Little Bit while I tucked the Little Man into bed. When I came back to the living room, this is what I found. Sister built a tent and made a pile of cheerios for Little Bit and was reading to her.
I saw them from the den window. They've figured out how to rig the gas pedal on the jeep and have taken up "hood surfing" - and the like.
I insisted if they were going to perform such dangerous acts, they wear helmets. (In all seriousness, I wondered if I should make them...was I overreacting? Being one of those moms?)
Literally, TWO SECONDS after I made them don the helmets, Little Man tumbled over the roll bar and out the side, LANDING ON THE TOP OF HIS HEAD. I was so thankful he was wearing a helmet. We all had a good laugh and thanked God...and they were off again!
He had three other "brushes with death," if you will...as we exited the preschool building after dropping Sister off, he ran straight into oncoming traffic in the parking lot. Never mind the fact that he KNOWS NOT to go in the street/parking lot. Thank goodness moms have ninja speed - all drivers stopped and I yanked him out of the street. (I am making light of it...it was NOT funny and I am so thankful for God's mercy in keeping Little Man safe.)
After making a return at Target, I put him in the car on the drivers' side and instructed him to climb through to his seat. I turned my attention to buckling Little Bit and saw something out of the corner of my eye. It was Little Man. He was swinging (unintentionally) head first over the top bar of the buggy return. Again, thanks to my stealth moves, I yanked him off the bar, saving his head from cracking on the pavement, marched him to his seat, and strapped him in.
Yesterday afternoon brought cool temperatures, so I decided to leave the kitchen door open while I made dinner. I put a baby gate in the kitchen doorway (there are concrete steps immediately out the kitchen door) to keep Warrior out. Little Man, as I am now told, was "playing wit Warrior." He (Little Man) ran into the gate, body slamming it and screaming at the top of his lungs. As the words "don't do that again" were spilling from my mouth, he did it again. Only that time, the gate gave way and he slid, head first, over the baby gate, and down the concrete steps. Miraculously, he received only a minor wound on his finger and a rather shocking, screaming reaction from his mother.
Boys are SO DIFFERENT than girls.
T left for work at 4:45am yesterday. He got home at 7pm. He works SO hard. Our plates were steaming while Little Man said the blessing, followed immediately with "I need to go poo poo. Daddy, peas come wif me."
There is something incredibly attractive about a man who has worked all day long and is exhausted, leaving his hot dinner, to sit on the tub, and tell his three year old son about bull dozers. T didn't even bat an eye when his presence was requested. Nor did he ask me to go. He went. He loved his son well and laid down his life for me. Very. Attractive.