Both the kids are sleeping…
And I’m surprisingly bored.
I spent my morning reading the rest of the 3rd installment of the Spellman Files, Revenge of the Spellmans. I was only slightly dissapointed at the ending, but I know there’s a 4th coming out. During that time that I was on again off again reading, Claire managed to:
*Make a mess of blocks
*Make a mess of crayons
*Make a mess of pillows
*Make a mess of random toys that I have no friggin’ clue how the heck we’ve come to own
*Drop a large container of A&D Ointment on her foot
*Make a mess of the diaper changing station (note: a cute little piece of furnature that has about 10 little canvas boxes. She lovingly called them “aaat Mommy, aaaat.”)
*Remember that she dropped the container of A&D Ointment on her foot and began to cry and demanded kisses on her foot.
*Then realized that it was the other foot that she dropped the ointment on and then demanded more kisses.
*Pooped behind the jumparoo after she said, “Poopie, Mama,” (I had just gotten her off the potty because she threw a fit)
She then decided she wanted her poopy diaper changed and layed on the floor with a wipe in one had and a diaper in the other. Now, I don’t know what my issue is, but I try to rationalize with her. (Carly says it’s annoying, and I tend to agree with her.) I said, “Claire, now if you pooped on the potty you’d have a clean butt and two doggie stickers. Right now you have a stink-butt and no stickers.” She looked at me and said, “Mommy, pooooooopie! Peeease?” So then I wrestled with her while I wiped her butt and realized how much nicer it is to wipe butts at work because I’m atleast getting paid for it.