It's tornado season. Full force. Has been for months, at our house anyway.
Today has been especially chaotic.
Collin woke at 7:15. I tried for a good hour to get him back to sleep. At about 8:20, he seemed out. I was a lucky lady and fell asleep also, until I woke at 9:02 to the sound of water....
Oh my word. I rushed into the bathroom and found that Spencer had awoke quietly, dumped a bunch of stuff in the tub (roll of toilet paper, a diaper, toys, socks, puzzle pieces) where there was a small bit of water as the alligator was in there growing (one of those toys that sits in water and gets bigger). He was then scooping up the tub water with a fireman helmet and dumping it in the toilet. Amazingly, the bathroom floor was dry.
Okay. So I pulled the plug out of the drain and kicked him out of the bathroom. While I was taking things out if the tub, he was in our room waking Collin, and stripping the blankets and pillows off the bed again. To jump on it, of course.
That made Collin laugh, as usual, and then he was playing peekaboo, laying face down on the bed. Of course, this entire time I was trying to persuade him to let me fix his shirt, which was half off, and change his diaper. I figure it's easier on all if I wait until he is willing.
As he played I took pictures and noticed he uploaded a random background image I had downloaded of the moon into Instagram and apparently tweeted a photo of our bedding on twitter.
Finally, got that taken care of and we came downstairs for breakfast. I gave him a bowl of Apple Jacks (dry) and asked him to sit in the chair nice and eat them because Collin was going to use the high chair for his. He sat there a few minutes nicely, so I escaped to the kitchen to make coffee.
By the time I had coffee made and dishes started, SJ had snuck upstairs. I assumed he had finished his cereal and brought the bowl with to play (he loves containers), so I figured that was fine.
I hear him up there talking super loud nonsense for quite a while. Then, he yelled "Alligator Cat!"
I knew then he had my phone. Oh gosh. Apparently, he called the Verizon operator/robot lady. Then, text Desi a bunch.
I went upstairs to get it and found he had been eating his cereal on our bed.
Oh, and I then discovered he had taken 43 self-portraits, also.
Came back down stairs and he and Collin were playing, so I went back to the kitchen and started to take off my nail polish and he came running through and scared me (apparently I must have had the coffee jitters) and I spilled nail polish remover all over the cupboard, myself, and into my coffee.
I accidentally yelled "Damnit!"
Then, of course, he started yelling it while jumping all over.
Finally, we are calm. We are all watching a "Praise Baby" video.
It could be quite a long day.
I sometimes look at my kids, both in diapers, then reflect on days like today and think "what the crap were we thinking?!"
Guess, deep down, a part of me loves (or tolerates) the chaos, because I wouldn't trade these boys for anything.
Here, enjoy proof of my tornado season. Haha.
(And as I started getting these photos uploaded a certain someone decided that he should play butt naked on he stairs.)
Nap time yet?