Today I completed another of the official rites of passage of motherhood. It's something that I hadn't experienced yet, a rather remarkable feat considering the multitude of young children that I care for. In fact, I thought perhaps my children were a little more refined than other kids, simply because I hadn't encountered this problem with them yet. But no, the sight (and smell) that greeted me when I walked into the boys' bedroom this morning confirmed that at least one of my children wasn't going to leave toddlerhood without putting his mark on the wall, so to speak.
I won't mention names. But it wasn't Joe. And it wasn't Mikea. And it wasn't fun to clean.
Later on in the morning Mikea colored the kitchen floor in five different places with black crayon. I don't know how she did it, because I was right there the whole time. Then a few minutes later she brought me a bar of soap she'd been gnawing on.
Between the antics of the two-year-olds and a baby who's becoming mobile, these little people run me ragged, I tell you. But I sure do love 'em, poop-painters and all!
Monday, November 16, 2009
Rites of Passage
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3 comments:
I hope the antics are few and far between for your sake. They are exhausting. :)
Maybe that will be all. I had one that did that...never told the kids about it, ever. Didn't know how that child might feel about it...it is kind of crazy. :) However, you have now joined the ranks of those who have gone before. I hope it is out of his system....ew, that's not funny. :)
Thanks for the laugh this morning, now I feel I can go take on the toddler...urr...the day.
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