Exciting news first, A has finally graduated from his crib to his toddler bed! I can honestly say I'm surprised at how well he transitioned. He seems to be under the impression that if there is a bar there he cannot get out of his crib or in this case his big boy bed. I would have assumed that since he is much much close to the floor and there is only one bar on one side of his bed, that he would climb out when he wakes up and play. This is definitely not the case- I got up this morning to get him and he was sitting in his bed, waiting to be picked up.
I wish this was how the rest of the day would have panned out for me, easy and frankly--boring. This morning, I got A out of bed and went downstairs with him. The rest of the house was still sleeping by this time and I wanted to get a little more rest, but still be close enough to hear A. About 15 minutes later I got up and found A destroying the cake I had made the night before. He has it all over the cupboards, the chair, floor, himself and the counter. The photo does not do justice to the horror I had to see. Lucky for me, I had not put the frosting on the cake yet or I would have had an even more disastrous mess on my hands. The most tragic part of this is I now do not get to enjoy even one regular bite. I'll have to suck all the little crumbs through a straw in order to get anything!
I think A feels much more at home in a pig stigh than in a clean house-- because as I am speaking... er typing, he is throwing oranges past my head. And yes I did turn around to see what he was doing only to find him without his shirt on... I don't know what happened to it. He's rubbed oranges all over his belly, hair, ears, hands and toes. How he managed to get oranges between his toes is completely beyond me, but there you have it. We've been home from church for one hour and he's already made a mess.
I wish this was how the rest of the day would have panned out for me, easy and frankly--boring. This morning, I got A out of bed and went downstairs with him. The rest of the house was still sleeping by this time and I wanted to get a little more rest, but still be close enough to hear A. About 15 minutes later I got up and found A destroying the cake I had made the night before. He has it all over the cupboards, the chair, floor, himself and the counter. The photo does not do justice to the horror I had to see. Lucky for me, I had not put the frosting on the cake yet or I would have had an even more disastrous mess on my hands. The most tragic part of this is I now do not get to enjoy even one regular bite. I'll have to suck all the little crumbs through a straw in order to get anything!
I think A feels much more at home in a pig stigh than in a clean house-- because as I am speaking... er typing, he is throwing oranges past my head. And yes I did turn around to see what he was doing only to find him without his shirt on... I don't know what happened to it. He's rubbed oranges all over his belly, hair, ears, hands and toes. How he managed to get oranges between his toes is completely beyond me, but there you have it. We've been home from church for one hour and he's already made a mess.At least he looked studly before we left. :)
1 comment:
What a cute picture. But don't you mean, you have 3 little boys?
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