Corn anyone???

Yesterday was full of laughter and small bouts of confusion. It began a lot earlier than most non-school days, which usually signals a rough day. We usually start our day around 8, Jonathan was up at 6:30 and never went back to sleep. At least he stayed in his room until 7, so I was able to snooze a little while Sarah babbling next to me in the bed. Around 10, we were sitting on the back porch with a neighbor when Jonathan decided to do a little gardening. We have some ancient gardening shears that I use to cut grass/weeds that the mower can't get to. Jonathan loves to use them to trim the grass, cut weeds, prune bushes, and apparently make holes in our back porch screen. We already had a small hole there and he decided to see what would happen if he cut the hole larger. Needless to say, he got in trouble. Sarah also took this opportunity to poop all the way thru her outfit (2nd one of the day) and onto my clothes. She is really good at that!

When I went to his room to talk to him about destroying our porch, I had already spoken with Jeff (via phone) on the correct discipline since it wasn't done out of meanness, just childishness. We had decided to make him take $ out of his piggy bank (which he loves to take out and count.....he is definitely Jeff's kid) and "write" an apology to Daddy. After we had written the note, he informed me that he had put something yellow up his nose.

After further investigation, he told me that it was corn. I was confused b/c we haven't had corn in about a week, popcorn in over a month, and no corn art projects have come home recently. But, he said it was corn. I looked up his nostrils for a while and tried to get him to blow his nose. Nothing. He had blown his nose earlier (while still in trouble) and said that it was bloody. I had seen the tissue, just a little blood, like an allergy.

So, after a call to the pediatrician, we headed to the doctor's office. My neighbor was able to watch Sarah at home.

The doctor said that his nose was clear and most likely, "it" had come out earlier. To be safe, she gave me a steroid sample and sent me to Walmart to get Afrin.

Our day was fairly uneventful after that. Daddy got home, we went over again that nothing goes in our noses (I didn't remind Jeff that HE often put his finger in there), ate dinner, and had Jonathan in bed by 7:45. He was asleep by 8:15- poor kid.

Naked Cleaning Day

Sometimes being a mother is not all it is cracked up to be. There are always diapers to change, noses to wipes, food to prepare, and children to play with.(And I only have 2!)But sometimes you have a day that makes all other careers seem very boring and undesirable. Today was one of those days.

It was supposed to be Clean House Friday (I try and do real cleaning on Fridays). Jonathan turned it into Naked Cleaning Day. He likes to run around in the mornings that he doesn't have preschool without underwear under his pj's (after he takes off his saturated pull-up). He watches TV, eats breakfast, goes to the bathroom, and gets dressed. Today when he came out of the bathroom, he turned left out of the bathroom toward the kitchen instead of right toward his bedroom. I was cleaning my cabinets out, so I didn't notice at first, but he had neglected to put on any clothes. He then proceeded to spend the next 2-3 hours playing in the nude. It was hilarious. He helped me clean up clutter, played with Sarah, and pretended he was a bear (maybe b/c he was bare). I finally made him put clothes on b/c he wanted to go outside and play. When I told him that he couldn't play outside without clothes, he wanted to know why I was outside in my pajamas. Yikes!

Later on, I needed to go to the grocery store. It took us 20 minutes to get out of the house! All I needed was for him to find some socks and shoes. He came out with boots and no socks. Then I noticed that he needed to change his underwear (he's learning to wipe himself). All I'm thinking is "just change your underwear, put your shorts back on and get some sandals on". He comes out with a shirt, no undies, one sandal. I send him back. He comes back out with a shirt, undies, and one sock on. I send him back a third time in a louder voice. He starts to cry. Holy Cow!

We did finally make it to the store.

After dinner tonight he spent another 20 minutes without pants on while he was waiting on Daddy and shower time.

Oh well- I love this age....sometimes.