I'm really feeling like a mom of a toddler right now! I read other blogs of mothers writing about these exciting or adventurous (NOT ALLOWED) activities. I have recently, (proudly) patted myself on the back thinking, my two year old never did that! But...I knew it was coming...and if it doesn't happen now it will when they are teens...so maybe it's better to get it over with now.
Here's my story.
I quickly put Edson down for a nap since I was invited over to my friend's house this afternoon to bake bread in a wood-burning oven. I was excited. Less gas. No heating up the kitchen. Wow! I started mixing up the recipe and things were going wonderful. I kneaded it, placed it in an oiled tupperware container to rise for a while, and thought I heard a noise. The thought popped into my head that Edson could have gotten out of bed and...
What??? (Sorry, no picture...Oscar has the camera in Chaco, Argentina...but, I will try to describe this scene as good as I can...) Edson looked up at me with a smile and said..."bibos" (books). All I saw was shreds and shreds of something, everywhere, all over. I ran over to the box of books to see how many he shredded, and thankfully, it was not shredded books, but shredded toilet paper. I started repeating over and over what we use toilet paper for and he did not use it right. He was also very disobedient because he got out of bed instead of taking a nap. He also needed a diaper change right then so I used the toilet paper to make my point explaining once again what we use this for. He covered his hands with his face and then peeked through his hands and said...wahhh (spanish game of peek-a-boo). Like my sister always says...I wanted to laugh, but I also wanted to cry. After a little more scolding, I told him he was not allowed out of bed anymore until he takes a nap. He obediently covered his face with a book, grabbed a stuffed animal and slept.
Then, I walked into the bathroom and saw the rest of the toilet paper job! This part was not yet shredded, so I folded it up into smaller usable amounts that will eventually be taken care of.
So...one of my first "disasters" oops, I mean "adventures" just took place. Edson is just a normal toddler. I wonder what it'll be tomorrow?
Well, I just checked my bread dough...it looks great! As soon as little Edson gets up...were off to bake the bread!
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Yeah, I remember thinking as I looked at a friend's child who had cut her own hair "my kids KNOW never to do that...they'd get a bad tanning!" Yeah. Well, she did.
We have a show here called Super Nanny about a nanny who goes in and helps parents with out of control kids. I watch sometimes just to be thankful my kids are "only" as bad as they are and thankful that they aren't worse! (plus, there are some great parenting tips...)
Did you stop to think that he knew what TP was for, and that if he needed his pants changed, he was going in the right direction, connecting the paper to his business he just did?
Of course I never would have thought that when I had 2-year-olds, but maybe he's getting ready for the training.
Just be thankful it was not used TP from an unflushed toilet!
I remember when our kids were little and I was laying down, exhausted with a terrible cold and runny nose. I asked my 2 year old daughter to bring me some TP so I could blow my nose. About 5 min. later she appeared with the end of the toilet paper in jer hand, which she carefully unrolled and dragged out the BR door, all the way down the long hallway, passed the utility room through the kitchen, around the corner into the living room where I was on the couch. Still is a mystery to my just how she managed to get it that far without it tearing off at the perforations! That took patience and a real talent! (Or the TP was super strong)
I;m just glad it was the toilet paper and NOT the BOOKS! Toilet paper is easier to replace!
Glad you're part of the club now, Karen! :) Today Fred spent 1.5 hours scrubbing crayon and permanant marker off of a door and a wall.
I also remember well the time that Stephen grabbed the box of q-tips and shoved them down the toilets (yes, that's plural).
Just remember this story so that you can tell him in the future and you can all laugh about it!
How'd the bread turn out?
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