Operation Blog Spruce Up, Take 2. Here are some recent pics from around the house.
Easiest ‘sensory’ tub ever: water, food coloring, bubbles and hidden toys–Perfect for times when Momma is trying to get dishes washed and dinner on the table.
It Doesn’t Add Up
As a mom of a two year old, I’m quickly learning a mathematical principle that does not work to my favor.
For years, Michael and I will do what we call “15 minute miracles.” 2 people working together for 15 minutes to provide 30 minutes of solid house cleaning. These miracles have been terrific, and really put a dent on the spruce-ification of our home.
The baffling factor to my mathematical equation and one I can no longer accurately compute is figuring Pierson’s effect to this equation.
Factoring his destruction to our once effective 15 minute miracle now looks something like this:
2 people x 15 minute miracle – 45 minutes of destruction (which only took 2 minutes)= 30 minutes needed to re-clean.
If I try to do another miracle to solve the new deficiency, I’m right back where I started! Only, I’m in the hole 15 additional minutes. How can one 35-inch child of motion make my cleaning sprees so ineffective? I’m baffled.
The moral of this story? Don’t clean.
A Shout-Out to My Stink-Eye Friend
The night before we left for Connecticut was (until this point) the worst day of my parenting life. Thus, it resulted in an equally rough flight.
With faces like this…
one could surmise that our trip to Connecticut was smooth sailing flying.
Hardly. My little munchkins morphed into Gremlins the second we stepped onto the airplane. And in an instant, we became that family.
I’m thankful for a safe trip and for my 2 healthy boys (and their ability to cry…loudly.)
I’m not thankful for the lady who gave me the stink-eye once we arrived to our final destination as if I had pinched my children the entire flight.
I apologize to the world for my children who cried 98.3% of the trip. The percentages are accurate. I counted every minute. From now until forever, I hereby vow to show grace and mercy to any parent on an airplane with a crying baby.
And wherever you may be in this world, my little stink-eye friend…Go ye and do likewise!
An Accurate Assessment
My son’s very favorite activity is to go “dribing.” Dribing consists of Pierson sitting/standing/ or jumping on the driver’s seat of a car (any car) while turning the steering wheel; honking the horn; and enabling every wiper, light, and radio button within reach. If allowed, he would dribe for hours-he loves it! During one recent dribing session, Pierson looked down at the console and noticed this picture which had arrived by mail from my grandmother the previous day. This picture was probably 1992, seventh grade & TWENTY years ago–Man, do I feel old. Pierson spotted the picture, ceased his dribing duties, grabbed the photo and stared.
I suppose I don’t blame him. He stared at the picture for a couple of seconds, a huge smile crossed his face. Followed by a laugh and a verbal observation that that warmed my heart. His statement was just three simple words, but probably something every mom aches to hear from her two year-old: “Mommy Look Funny.”
Yes, son. I do believed you nailed the 90’s on the head and all my roller-skating, leggings wearin’, cat t-shirt sportin’, perm de frizz, eyebrows of death, and brace face glory. Just you wait. Your time’s a-coming. And if you want, I’ll be happy to remind you of your kind words thirty years from now.
