Yes, I am, in fact, re-naming this day in honor of Micaela, who now thinks that a perfectly good work day consists of shopping on the way into work, buying donuts and juice, attending fun and entertaining presentations about earth day, shopping on the way to lunch, having a delicious Mexican lunch, drawing pictures during the afternoon, and shopping on the way out of work. Hey, wait a minute! That DOES sound like a great work day!
She proclaimed, at the end of this very, very, very long day (for me, anyway) that she wished we could do this every day. Here are the reasons I gave her for not being able to do this every day:
1. I got nothing accomplished.
2. I could not afford it.
One of the highlights of the day for me came along early in the morning. I was explaining to her what a sympathy card is, and I told her, “It’s a card you buy when someone dies.” To which, she responded, “How are they even gonna GET the card?” Evidently, I explained this incorrectly, because she thought I was sending the card to the person who had died. (Note to self: future explanations of this to other kids should involve a little more detail.)
Monkey boys triumphs again…yes, you heard right. We were only able to revel in the spoils of our success for a short while before Jadon came up with yet another scheme to make us lose our minds. He still has not figured out how to escape the crib tent, which is a very good thing. This means many nights of restful sleep for everyone else in the house.
However, his devious little mind has come up with yet another plot to undermine our parenting prowess. Now, luckily for us, he can now remove every stitch of his clothing in a very expeditious manner. He caught us off guard the very first time he did this, as we thought that when he was very quietly “playing” behind the couch that he was simply being a nice, quiet boy playing a nice, quiet pretend game of cars with his Matchbox collection. Oh, no…we were sooooo wrong.
He was so proud of his newfound trick, in fact, that he pranced out from behind the couch in all his streaking glory and did a little dance for anyone who would watch. I think I put his clothes back on him at least a dozen times, and he took them off at least a dozen plus one. I finally gave up and let the little guy run around free as a bird…until I realized that…oops, he’s not yet potty trained. If you realize this the hard way, you’ll soon discover that toddlers are worse than puppies who have not yet been house trained.
So, as I scrubbed the carpet and mopped the wood floor, I found myself fantasizing about different ways I might be able to keep his diaper on him. The best idea so far is duct tape, but I think that might cause a bit of skin irritation, so I’m refraining from that at the time being.
After a night we’ll chalk up as pretty much sleepless, we decided we had to fix the problem caused by our little monkey and his newly-found talent of being able to climb over and out of anything! We counted having to put Jadon back in his bed 12 times at bedtime the other night, and he finally fell asleep after that…only to begin the whole climbing out of bed process again at 2 a.m. By our usual alarm clock time, we were both zombies and were running on very little sleep.
As much as I would have like to get mad at the little guy, he’s just too darn cute. I kept waking up and seeing this cute little pair of chocolate brown eyes peering at us at about mattress-level, just waiting for us to pick him up and put him in our bed. We finally gave in that night, but at the same time, we decided that something must be done to fix this glitch.
We purchased an invaluable crib tent and had it installed for last night’s foray into dreamland. Jadon was actually very interested in the assembly process as Jason began to hook this contraption to his bed, and he really didn’t mind it so much even after it was on there. He started to figure out the plan, though, when we carried them back upstairs at bedtime. When he realized that Jason intended to put him IN the tent, he started with a fit I have not quite witnessed before, one in which he screamed as loudly as he could while trying to climb over the top of Jason’s head. He was finally able to peel the banshee off of himself and plop him into his new digs, and he quickly zipped up the tent before any thought of escape even crossed Jadon’s mind.
Boy, that kid was MAD! Well, for all of about 5 minutes anyway. He must’ve realized finally that there would be no escape, and he finally got quiet. And guess what??? He didn’t make a peep the entire night! I’m sure he decided he needed to get a good night’s sleep so he could spend the majority of today working on a plan to escape the tent tonight. We’ll see how long it takes little Houdini to figure a way out of this. For now, though, we are enjoying peaceful sleep once more.