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Well, hasn’t it been awhile!

I have a good excuse! Honestly! Wanna know what it is?

Life.

Kinda gets in the way of these things!

We’ve been really busy these past couple weeks and I really can’t blame it on new baby. That’s been the easy part! It’s actually just all the stuff we do, commitments we have, family outings, extended family outings, holidays, friends; it’s just a lot sometimes. It also doesn’t help my husband was laid off last Wednesday. That was a real buzz kill on looking at houses! Until Thursday rolled around and he got a call from his Union saying they have a 3-4 month call out. I wanted to cry because it meant we were never going to get to move! The BIG Robbie has an issue with instability… Buzz kill! BUT when he went to work on Friday we (and when I say we I mean he, I’m just living vicariously through him) found out that what they meant was 2-3 years… I about peed my pants with joy (I didn’t, I swear!)! We can move! Yet, he won’t look at anymore houses with me. Lukewarm little bugger!

We (and when I say we I mean me, because I get to do the snot sucking and doctors appointments) had the very first big boy doctors appointment today! Little Robbie got to stand on the big boy scale that only boys who are bigger than Liam get to stand on, he got to wear a special gown, AND he got three shots in his leg ! YAY! Can we say winning?!?! Perhaps little Robbie could if he were actually talking to me, but alas, I am getting the silent treatment for the whole shot thing…

Baby

I did learn that Liam is officially half of little Robbie’s weight. Liam sits at a portly 9 pounds while little Robbie weighs in at a mere 18.

For reals

Another for reals? Little Robbie has a special food diet now. He is to eat all things that will cause a massive heart attack in the healthiest of individuals.

Deep fried food?

Check

Pudding made with extra rich milk and cream?

Check

Milk shakes made with “super” milk, carnations instant powder mix, and ice cream?

Check

Cheese covered vegetables? Mayonnaise filled salads? Heavily buttered bread, potatoes, rice?

Check, check, check!

Ew.

In other news, just writing down his new dietary needs mad me gain 10 pounds.

Little Robbie?

Twenty bucks says he doesn’t gain an ounce.

Lame!

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My child is the child that is forever getting into something he shouldn’t be or getting out of something he’s supposed to be in.

 

An example you ask?

 

We have him in a crib. In less than a day after we moved him into the crib he figured out that if he held on to the top rails and used his monkey toes to latch on to the side rails he could shimmy his way up the side and over the top… Yeah, I have THAT kid. Did I mention he’s 11-months-old and can’t even walk yet? I guess I should have known this would be my life when he learned to crawl before he could sit up… Did I mention we’re having another in a month? I feel my hair graying as I type…

 

One of my biggest problems with the spawn is his love and affection for our dishwasher.  There isn’t a time I can think of that he is awake and that I can possibly do the dishes without the little turkey climbing in it, getting all the way to the back, AND then sitting there playing with the silverware.

 

I’ve been battling this scenario since right after Thanksgiving.

 

I was cooking dinner one night while fighting off the child from the dishwasher as I attempted to put away the clean dishes. I was side tracked and occupied by curious hands and fast knees when I saw out of the corner of my eye the stove burner ignite. I barely even noticed and only slightly thought it was strange that it had taken so long for the burners to turn on and quickly shooed away the kid from the clean bowl he was trying to “rescue” from the clutches of the dishwasher. That’s when I realized…

 

We don’t have a gas stove.

 

Of course now the fire has encompassed the pan, its contents, and guess who has also noticed the new shiny thing in the kitchen? None other than the spawn himself. In my panic , I knew that his was a grease fire from me not “thoroughly” cleaning under the coils after Thanksgiving, I couldn’t remember how to put out a grease fire. I could vaguely remember something about no water from my AP Chemistry class in high school, but couldn’t remember WHAT IN THE WORLD I WAS SUPPOSED TO USE!!!

 

That’s when I made the decision. With my right hand I slammed a cup underneath the running faucet, with my left hand I pushed the spawn backwards to get him away from the flame and held him at bay with my left foot while I doused the sucker with water, jumping back after each anger filled lick of the flame.

 

It was out finally out. I meandered back to the dishwasher and shut its door, hearing the click of its latch.  I sighed in triumph and slight fear of how that could have gone worse than it had. Pondering the “what ifs” of that moment, leaned against the dishwasher, I hear the faintest babble and murmuring from inside the dishwasher.

 

You have to be kidding me.

I unlatched the dishwasher and out rolled my toothless wonder, grinning from ear to ear, clutching a silver spoon.

 

Only my child.

 

 


*This post was written in response to Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop, Prompt #2: What did they get into now? Describe a time your toddler got into something that they shouldn’t have.

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