Doesn't that sound like a lovely title? No, I wasn't cooking something today...something else happened. Well, tonight was a normal Wednesday night. Ry was gone to Young Men's, I was bathing Max in the baby tub in the kitchen, and E was up to no good. Now let me rewind a week or two ago and relate some of E's antics as of late. Well, right now he's really into getting things with out asking...i.e. food, candy, luggage keys, or anything interesting to him.
One morning at 6:00am, I came out to the kitchen to find E enjoying an entire 4 pack of chocolate pudding. He stood up on my mixer and grabbed it and a spoon and had at it. Luckily I got to him before he could open and eat the 4th one. What a way to start your day? A sugar buzzed 3 year old!
Another morning, I came out and found him surrounded by many Christmas colored Hershey kiss foils all over the floor and the Hershey kisses were hidden under his pillow. When he saw me come out, he jumped onto his pillow and told me, "there's nothing to see here." Needless to say, I am not one of those lucky moms that can just teach their child to turn on the TV and get some breakfast while they go back to bed.
A couple days ago he found a pair of luggage keys in a basket somewhere and proceeded to stick one of the luggage keys in the electrical socket. Yes, he got shocked. Yes, I had to pull the key out with a pot holder so I wouldn't get shocked.
Now fast forward to tonight. I'm bathing Max so I guess E thinks it's a great time to get something without asking since I'm "occupied" at the moment. Well, out of the pantry I hear a thud and a crunch. The jar of marshmallow cream got knocked off the shelf onto the tile floor while E was trying to sneak the bag of mini marshmallows. I immediately sent E to his room. Obviously I couldn't clean up the mess right away since I had Max in the tub and while I was finishing up with Max, I was just picturing the goo oozing slowly out of the jar and all over my floor. Well, I got Max all done and dressed and stuck him in his seat and I went to attack the mess on my floor. How in the heck do you clean up a broken jar of marshmallow cream? A broom would be unusable after that, my mop is used on wood floors so any glass in there would scratch my floor, and rags can't be rinsed in the sink or else glass would get in the disposal. Luckily my parents got me one of those cool squigy/broom things that you can use on wet or dry surfaces. I first tried to get the major chunk into the trash, but the glass sharded goo sliced my finger. Bad idea. I just had to squigy it all into my dust pan and then plop it in the trash. I probably used a whole roll of paper towels after that too. Now my special broom and dust pan are soaking in a bucket to get all the goo off and then I have to strain all the water and put the rest of the glass shards in the trash. A typical night, right?
7 comments:
Not typical, perhaps, (except with a 3-year-old), but definitely one of the most memorable messes EVER!!! Sorry you sliced your finger!
OH MY WORD! I guess E thinks you don't need a break!
Try cleaning a whole bottle of Hershey's chocolate syrup off of hte floor of the laundry room--I think there stilllmight be some lurking under the dryer--got to love 3 year old BOYS!! Miss you~
Your child has a sweet tooth like I've never heard before!
Oh man, and that is a hard habit to break -- as Conner is 8 and I feel like it's just getting worse.
Although, I would've made him do the clean-up.
{sigh}
It sounds like E is going as stir crazy in the house as you.
That sounds just like my nephew, grant, who just turned three! The other day, we found him in the pantry stabbing a brownie mix with corn on the cob holders and eating the mix he could get free! Thats three year old boys for you!!
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