And that’s how I ended up with someone peeing on my dryer.
Step one: fingerpainting
which led to: two girls mixing colors. An educational experience.
which led to: them rubbing the finger paints all over their arms and face
which led to: two little girls in a wicked witch of the west shade of green
which led to: putting them clothed into the bathtub
which led to: them getting their clothes wet
which led to: putting their clothes in the dryer
which led to: my showing them how to run the dryer because I’m forever trying to teach them independence and how to master their environment
in the meantime: Cadrian woke up screaming from where he had been sleeping snuggled in the wrap on my chest
which led to: my forgetting I had left the footstool by the dryer
which led to: my sitting down to nurse him with the objective of reading to the girls
which led to: my hearing plaintive wails of “mama, ‘tared” (scared)
which led to: Aviana, go see where your sister is.
which led to: She’s stuck up on top of the dwyer.
which led to: my hollering across the house, “Brielle! Turn around and climb down!”
which led to: Mama, ‘tared!
which led to:several identical exchanges until I got it through my thick head she wasn’t going to be climbing down by herself
which led to: my nurse walking to the laundry room for an assist
which led to: discovering she was standing in a muddy yellow puddle
(muddy because her feet were dirty, which come to think of it, I have no idea when we went outside in that little scenario, …)
(Oh, yeah, we walked down to mail some announcements and thank-you cards while the clothes were drying…)
Only 2 hours to lunch time!
11 thoughts on “One thing led to another”
Looks like you are back in the swing of things full throttle with never a dull moment.
Ah the walking while nursing exercise… not a personal favorite… i have memories of potty training while nursing which equals butt wiping while nursing… looks like you got them all in one event!!
Lunchtime?!?? How do you manage ’til bedtime. 😉
*GROAN* OH NOOOOO! You poor Momma!!! Your husband knows you’re going out tomorrow night? Without kids, right? Just an hour by yourself……….. he better do it or he’s in trouble with all of us!
I also yell across the house. And it is always inevitable that I have to get up and go see what’s going on……….
Ha! WAY too funny!!!!
Oh glory… you still had two hours until lunch time?! Your life is certainly never dull (says the pot to the kettle…).
Isn’t it great to have a blog to write all these fabulous memories down on. Because you know we’ll not remember most of them!!
Ah yes, nurse walking. I have been doing a lot of that lately. Love the play by play – and how reading these things makes me feel normal. 🙂
Too funny, sounds like something that would happen at our house! -Autumn
PS:found your blog from McMommy.
Sounds like my house!! But, you are quickly learning to master the art of mothering three children!
My favorite is trying to go potty with a bursing baby or sleeping baby on my chest. Hey, when you gotta go, you gotta go!
BTW, are you in MOPS this fall? I am sure all the spots are full, huh? I need to get out. I need some friends.
Ha! That’s hysterical, I can totally see it all happening in my head 🙂 As exhausting as it all is, it sure does make really great stories. Good thing you’re saving them all for posterity 🙂
Oh, have mercy. What a day. I hope the rest of the day held a bit less excitement! Don’t worry, it happens all the time. I have three little boys, remember! Pee happens!
too good- it all hits the fan when you’re nursing the baby.