Three Tasks--Three Disasters

I know, I know--no post for a month and here I am doing two in one day. But it's been one of those days that hopefully others will laugh at--for me, I'm just plain exhausted.

Task number 1: this morning I decided to get an early start on making yogurt for the kids--we were almost out. I set the milk on the stove to scald and figured I would check on it in 5 minutes. One hour later, yes ONE HOUR later, I go into the kitchen to find the pot of water half empty. Condensation streaming down the walls, dripping off the ceiling onto the counter and floors and stove, and of course completely coating the windows. What a fun surprise for me--I had completely forgotten about my yogurt plan.

Task number 2: after I mopped up all the drips and puddles, I began pulling out paint stuff to work on some home improvement projects. I wanted to start on the linen closet and paint a bathroom door. I gathered everything I needed, took the door knob off the bathroom (leaving the part that inserts into the door jamb in place), and went back to the laundry room to find our tiny paint roller. Couldn't find the paint roller. Called Jason at work to ask if he remembered whether we had thrown it away. He didn't know. I head back down the hall to find Jason Asher locked in the bathroom--peaking at me through the door knob hole. I played around with the mechanism that was left in the door for a minute or two--no luck. I call my Dad, because I don't want to bug the fabulous husband I just bugged three minutes earlier. He tried to coach me through it, then took a knob off at his house to coach me through it--no luck. I am in TEARS. Addie is giving me kisses and pats and just plain staring at her pitiful mommy. Jason Asher is trying to comfort me and pushes some tp through the hole to wipe my tears with. And I'm just freaking out that my son is going to be locked in the bathroom for hours, and that we are going to have to cut out a huge hole in the door to rescue him through. I give in and call Jason. He says he will be home soon. We hang up and one minute later inspiration strikes--take the door knob off the other bathroom and use it to open the door. That's what I do--and it works! My compassionate son is free in a matter of 10-15 minutes. I call Jason--no answer. I call again--answer. I tell him--he's already half way home. He's annoyed and relieved at the same time. Poor hubby has to deal with a helpless and emotional wife.

Task number three: move our six huge food storage bins out of the dining room. I love having them, but I am sick of looking at them 24/7. I devise a plan to stash three in the pantry area of the laundry room. One in the coat closet. And one in my closet. And one, I don't know. I begin prepping the laundry room and push and heave one in there. Then I realize that three is not going to happen. Well...at least two will fit. So I go to clear out an area I hadn't planned on using. And...what's that in the corner of the laundry room under all our shelves that's been hidden from view ever since we moved in??? DRIED ANIMAL POOP. We have lived in this house for just over two years, and NEVER had an animal in here. Now, I am DISGUSTED with myself for not cleaning every inch of this house before we stashed paint cans, etc in there. And THINKING never, ever, ever will I buy a HUD home again!

Maybe pregnant woman in their last trimester should not attempt to accomplish anything :)

Transitions

After Thanksgiving we moved Jason back into Addie's room to share - in preparation for the new baby. We figured we'd do all the transitions in phases: 1) Jason and Addie in same room, 2) Jason in top bunk, 3) Addie from crib to freedom in bottom bunk (the scariest transition of the three).
Phase one and two pretty much went together--Jason was so eager to sleep up high. Moving to Addie's room meant moving to the top bunk in his mind. And within a week he was able to master going up and down the ladder.
We had planned to do phase three right after Christmas...you know, let them get used to being able to talk to each other and stuff, before we gave over total control. But between sickness and travel AND FEAR it got put off . When Jason went from crib to bed, he was not a climber, he did not know how to climb down off the bed. The only fear we had then, was him falling off the bed while sleeping. Addie has been climbing on and off that bed for at least 6 months--I was terrified.
Well, we finally did it last week. It never ceases to amaze me how quickly they adapt to new conditions.
There I was dreading the next month, or more, of Addie constantly climbing out of bed when she should have been going to sleep...but not so. I think she's done that once. ONCE!!! What a big girl she is! She climbs onto her purple sheeted bed, lays her head down on her Angelina Ballerina pillow, and snuggles under her blanket. AND patiently relaxes until she falls asleep. It's magical!
I really need to remember these easy triumphs, and apply them--potty training will not as hard as I imagine, weaning her from her lovey blanket - at some point - will not be a terrible trial either. NO need to FEAR, NO need to PROCRASTINATE. They happily survive all these changes--and so do I.

Christmas

Addie taking a Christmas Eve "nap" on some of our food storage. I, of course, thought this was hillarious--pillow and all!

Jason's favorite Christmas gifts were some tools and these fun dress up clothes. He can't get enough of them.

Our little PoPo "wrestling" (translation: arresting) Uncle Jeff.

Addie wasn't feeling well. She fizzled after three presents, or so. But before she did, she had to put on these bloomers that Gammie made for her--as soon as she opened them :)

Funny day after Christmas story:

Jason wanted BaPa to help him get ready for bed. As BaPa was zipping up Jason's pjs, he said, "Watch out for my penis."

BaPa said, "Why?"

To which Jason replied "Because it's not fun."

Meaning, it's not fun when you zip your penis in the zipper--yes, he has unfortunately experienced this manly pain. I think it was at their house over the Thanksgiving holiday. He accidently did it to himself. Poor kid.

We could not stop laughing at his warning! He said everything so matter-of-factly--I was dying!