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Little Boy Blue

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After my marathon day in the basement yesterday, I was actually quite happy to take a little break from the underworld and go grocery shopping. We were WAY overdue. It was so bad that my friend actually called me Mother Hubbard!  So as I was typing my post last night, I was yearning for sleep. I was tired from the crazy day in the Abyss and I knew that today would be crazy busy as well. As usual, I had plans of going to bed early and the kids had plans of never allowing me to sleep again. So at 8:30, I was ready for bed so I tucked in the middles and the littles pleading with them to close their sweet little eyes and drift to sleep, so I that I could do the same. Instead of quietly sleeping, they were loudly shrieking! I went back to their rooms and told them to go to sleep and found that the main culprit was the littlest one, Jonathan. He would not be quiet and was keeping all three of the other boys up. Grrrrr. I made him come out and sit on the landing. This is one of the most dreaded time out places. They hate to sit on the landing, mainly because my kids are nosey and like to see what is going on. After a few minutes of him sitting (relatively) quietly, I allowed him to sit on the couch with me for a few minutes. I figured that it would give the other boys a chance to fall asleep before he went back to his room. Well, the other boys did fall asleep so I tucked my wee one back into bed. He started yelling again, so we did it all over again. This time, he kept saying, "Mommy pweese I can go to bed? I be good boy, pwomise! Pweese!" After a couple of minutes I took him back to his room...again. I tucked him in...again. I figured that I should wait a few minutes to make sure that he was actually sleeping before I (finally!) went to bed. By this time it was pushing 10. I admit that I was beyond cranky at this point. While I finished up a few emails, wistfully thinking about my bed and my pillow, it was quiet. Finally! The little booger finally fell asleep. I could go to bed! Woohoo! And then I heard those words that strike fear in the heart of every mother. "Uh oh...MOOOOM! Look at your son!" Jake had walked back the hallway and came across this:


So much for going to bed early! I put him on the landing again (!!!). This time it was for his own safety. I was ready to snap. It was now after 11:00 and I had little boy blue to deal with. Let's just say that he is lucky that he is cute. After I had calmed down, I walked over to the steps to get him so that I could clean him up and he was gone. I looked in his room and he was sound asleep in his bed. The thought of waking him up never even crossed my mind. I was so happy that I could finally go to sleep that I never considered that leaving him covered with marker probably wasn't the best move. 

I was regretting that in a BIG way this morning. He stumbled down the hall like a little wayward Smurf. He kept looking at his arms and legs and saying, "Mommy, I have owies?" I reassured him that he was fine. He had just colored all over himself. I filled up the tub and plopped him in. The marker had just been a regular old crayola. Nothing major, or so I thought. It would not come off. I grabbed a washcloth and used every type of soap that I could find in this house: Dawn dish soap, J&J baby shampoo, Head & Shoulders, Zest, Noxema. I even tried astringent. Nothing was helping. I even placed a frantic call to my mom. She went on line and read me the suggested way to remove the marker. Apparently I was not supposed to scrub him. I was supposed to dab at the marker. Seriously?!?  The first thing that I did was scrub him. I am pretty sure that I may have accidentally removed a few layers of skin. Don't scrub...right!The water had turned blue but his skin still looked like, well, it looked like someone had attacked him with a marker. Of course, we had a million errands to run today. Not the ideal day to be carrying around a blue kid. Oh well. It was, what it was...and it was blue.
After soaking him and scrubbing him again, I gave up. He was my little booger, whether he was blue or not. We had errands to run and he is pretty cute no matter what. Everyone had left for school and I got the other two dressed and ready to head out. We went to the YMCA and then I had to drop off a few bags of clothes for my mom and my sister. We went grocery shopping and stopped to fuel up. I made another quick stop at my mom and dad's. I was having a quick chat with my parents and Aiden and Jonathan went downstairs to play. After about a half an hour, I went downstairs to tell the boys to pick up because we needed to finish our running around so that  we could go home. Guess what Jonathan was holding...a bright pink highlighter. Come on kid! Really!?! Only this time instead of writing all over himself, he had written on the wall, the computer desk, the printer/fax/scanner. Sorry Mom and Dad!  I made Jonathan help me wipe everything off. Thankfully the  Windex got the highlighter off of everything. Maybe I should have tried that on him...just kidding... or not. hmmmm. We had yet another discussion about what is ok to write on, which is paper, and what is not ok to write on, which is everything else, face, stomach, walls, computers...

I guess that it was God's way of teaching me a lesson. Humbling me a bit, maybe. Trust me, when you have to shop all day with your blue baby, you get some funny looks. He was blue, I get it. Whatever people! Take a picture it lasts longer. I did! Haha!  But, on the plus side both Aiden and Jonathan were very good while we were shopping. That was no small miracle my friends. So, in conclusion, I will keep my blue baby and love him and take his picture and laugh about it. And besides, if all of my kids were good all of the time, what  would I have to write about. 


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Thursday, August 29, 2013

Little Boy Blue

After my marathon day in the basement yesterday, I was actually quite happy to take a little break from the underworld and go grocery shopping. We were WAY overdue. It was so bad that my friend actually called me Mother Hubbard!  So as I was typing my post last night, I was yearning for sleep. I was tired from the crazy day in the Abyss and I knew that today would be crazy busy as well. As usual, I had plans of going to bed early and the kids had plans of never allowing me to sleep again. So at 8:30, I was ready for bed so I tucked in the middles and the littles pleading with them to close their sweet little eyes and drift to sleep, so I that I could do the same. Instead of quietly sleeping, they were loudly shrieking! I went back to their rooms and told them to go to sleep and found that the main culprit was the littlest one, Jonathan. He would not be quiet and was keeping all three of the other boys up. Grrrrr. I made him come out and sit on the landing. This is one of the most dreaded time out places. They hate to sit on the landing, mainly because my kids are nosey and like to see what is going on. After a few minutes of him sitting (relatively) quietly, I allowed him to sit on the couch with me for a few minutes. I figured that it would give the other boys a chance to fall asleep before he went back to his room. Well, the other boys did fall asleep so I tucked my wee one back into bed. He started yelling again, so we did it all over again. This time, he kept saying, "Mommy pweese I can go to bed? I be good boy, pwomise! Pweese!" After a couple of minutes I took him back to his room...again. I tucked him in...again. I figured that I should wait a few minutes to make sure that he was actually sleeping before I (finally!) went to bed. By this time it was pushing 10. I admit that I was beyond cranky at this point. While I finished up a few emails, wistfully thinking about my bed and my pillow, it was quiet. Finally! The little booger finally fell asleep. I could go to bed! Woohoo! And then I heard those words that strike fear in the heart of every mother. "Uh oh...MOOOOM! Look at your son!" Jake had walked back the hallway and came across this:


So much for going to bed early! I put him on the landing again (!!!). This time it was for his own safety. I was ready to snap. It was now after 11:00 and I had little boy blue to deal with. Let's just say that he is lucky that he is cute. After I had calmed down, I walked over to the steps to get him so that I could clean him up and he was gone. I looked in his room and he was sound asleep in his bed. The thought of waking him up never even crossed my mind. I was so happy that I could finally go to sleep that I never considered that leaving him covered with marker probably wasn't the best move. 

I was regretting that in a BIG way this morning. He stumbled down the hall like a little wayward Smurf. He kept looking at his arms and legs and saying, "Mommy, I have owies?" I reassured him that he was fine. He had just colored all over himself. I filled up the tub and plopped him in. The marker had just been a regular old crayola. Nothing major, or so I thought. It would not come off. I grabbed a washcloth and used every type of soap that I could find in this house: Dawn dish soap, J&J baby shampoo, Head & Shoulders, Zest, Noxema. I even tried astringent. Nothing was helping. I even placed a frantic call to my mom. She went on line and read me the suggested way to remove the marker. Apparently I was not supposed to scrub him. I was supposed to dab at the marker. Seriously?!?  The first thing that I did was scrub him. I am pretty sure that I may have accidentally removed a few layers of skin. Don't scrub...right!The water had turned blue but his skin still looked like, well, it looked like someone had attacked him with a marker. Of course, we had a million errands to run today. Not the ideal day to be carrying around a blue kid. Oh well. It was, what it was...and it was blue.
After soaking him and scrubbing him again, I gave up. He was my little booger, whether he was blue or not. We had errands to run and he is pretty cute no matter what. Everyone had left for school and I got the other two dressed and ready to head out. We went to the YMCA and then I had to drop off a few bags of clothes for my mom and my sister. We went grocery shopping and stopped to fuel up. I made another quick stop at my mom and dad's. I was having a quick chat with my parents and Aiden and Jonathan went downstairs to play. After about a half an hour, I went downstairs to tell the boys to pick up because we needed to finish our running around so that  we could go home. Guess what Jonathan was holding...a bright pink highlighter. Come on kid! Really!?! Only this time instead of writing all over himself, he had written on the wall, the computer desk, the printer/fax/scanner. Sorry Mom and Dad!  I made Jonathan help me wipe everything off. Thankfully the  Windex got the highlighter off of everything. Maybe I should have tried that on him...just kidding... or not. hmmmm. We had yet another discussion about what is ok to write on, which is paper, and what is not ok to write on, which is everything else, face, stomach, walls, computers...

I guess that it was God's way of teaching me a lesson. Humbling me a bit, maybe. Trust me, when you have to shop all day with your blue baby, you get some funny looks. He was blue, I get it. Whatever people! Take a picture it lasts longer. I did! Haha!  But, on the plus side both Aiden and Jonathan were very good while we were shopping. That was no small miracle my friends. So, in conclusion, I will keep my blue baby and love him and take his picture and laugh about it. And besides, if all of my kids were good all of the time, what  would I have to write about. 


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