I managed to fall asleep easily (for once!) last night. Then I woke up at about 3 am, couldn't get back to sleep until about 6, then got my wake up call at 7. My one year old son laying in his crib, practicing his high pitch, high volume talking. Pediatrician appointment at 9:00, 3 shots (the older he gets the worse the shots get.) but then got a cute little teddy bear. Then off to the natural foods store for hemp milk for little Brutus, and dark chocolate cookies for mommy. I didn't have breakfast and decided today was a good day to explore the store more than I had. Shopping while hungry: that should have been an indicator that I was going to spend much more than I planned... We found all kinds of great stuff! (They were out of my dark chocolate cookies, for the second time in a row...) Spinach tart and some kind of Yam salad for Brutus. A huge lemon cupcake for mommy ("mmm. Num" Gage said as it went into the cart.). $80.00 later we finally managed to escape the store.
I looked back at Gage on the way home, because he was coughing on his juice, and see that he is covered in juice (hopefully there's not any all over the back of Aunties car...). Evidently he was shaking his cup...glad he was already in need of a bath.
Now to put all the groceries away (modern science won't impress me much until they find a way for groceries to put themselves away.) The bottom drawer of the fridge still has beet juice covering the bottom from the leaking Tupperware 2 weeks ago, time to clean that out... Of course Gage has to help. He sits directly in front of the drawer and closes it every time I open it and snatch something out of it. Then he grabs a danactive when the drawer is open. "Awesome" I think to myself, "that'll keep him busy for a little while." So I get halfway done with my cleaning and putting away of the groceries when I hear "mmm. num". Without even looking, I know that means that his sharp little teeth made a hole in the Danactive's foil lid. Sure enough He has it all over his face and some on his shirt. For some reason when I look at him he assumes I'm going to take away his tasty treat (mama always spoils the fun stuff.). So he starts crawling away, with the now open bottle of Danactive. Now I have a completely sticky baby spilling yogurt all over the floor. I wrestle him into his highchair to finish his drink. Then lunch. Evidently that little bottle filled him right up, because he threw most of his pasta and asparagus all over the floor (another frickin thing to clean up, Fantastic!).
Time for a quick shower, and then he can take a nap and mama gets a break! Hallelujah!! Shower goes well, we pick out clothes, get his shirt on, Crap the diapers are in the living room. Grab a diaper and ask Gage (who is looking at the floor with a mischievous look in his eye.) "please don't pee on the floor or anything else." Right on que he pees on the floor, everything on the floor (including my feet.) and his crib. Somehow he missed his shirt though, works for me... It's only noon, but I am so done with this day. lol. ~Namaste
