After a fun afternoon of friends, pie making, and yummy food, babies slept soundly in their beds. The little girl went down without much of a fight. She had been fed, held and bounced all evening and felt very comfortable and secure as she drifted off to dreamland. The little boy kept coming up with different reasons to stay up.
“More Milk Please!”
“One more song?”
“Pretty necklace, Mommy!”
However, even he drifted away quickly once Mommy and Daddy put their foot down.
“Last song and then you must go to sleep” said the Mommy.
“Okay, Mommy. Last song.”
Mommy and Daddy headed off to the kitchen to become the best dishwashers you’ve ever seen standing on two legs. Luckily the piles weren’t too high; Mommy had been washing as she cooked today. The last dish was being rinse and they were ready to head up to bed when….
“What is that beeping?! I think it’s getting louder and faster. Where is it coming from?”
Looks of terror struck their faces! Of all the blasted things….
“MOMMMMMMMYYYYYYY!”
The ALARM CLOCK IN THE BABIES ROOM! You may ask who puts an alarm clock in a babies bedroom? Someone who wanted a clock in the room and never DREAMED that the little mischief maker would figure out how to change the time on the clock, set the alarm on the clock, unscrew the lamp light bulb, and unplug the lamp from the wall. Too bad Mommy left that laundry basket in the room too. Trying to plug the lamp back in would have been a lot easier if Daddy hadn’t tripped over the Egyptian cotton sheets waiting to go back on the guest bed. So much for that early bedtime…
Did I mention that the little mischief maker locked himself in his bedroom this week? That conversation went something like this:
Daddy: Alec, come turn the button on the door please.
Alec: NO!
Mommy: Alec, do you want ice cream? If you open the door I’ll give you ice cream!
Alec: No. Hehehe! (giggling as he runs across the room to bang metal things together that make his mother worry)
Mommy: Alec, can you please come turn the button on the door? Come turn the button so you can have some cookies. Do you want cookies? Crackers? Treats? Candy?
Alec: NO! Bang Bang Bang (That was probably the sound of him pulling the air vent cover off the wall….)
Daddy: Alec, if you open the door I’ll let you play with matches!
Even that one didn’t work. After about twenty minutes of genius with an old Costco card between Nick and Uncle Ryan, the door swung open and the little mischief maker ran out happy as a lark.
Did I mention that he’s been asking to go to timeout lately? LITERALLY ASKING me if he can go to timeout.
Alec: Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! (gets higher pitched each time) Timeout!
Mommy: You want to go to timeout?
Alec: Timeout!
Mommy: Do you want to go take a nap?
Alec: No. Timeout!
When he’s in trouble and we take him to timeout he sings a happy little “timeout” song…. Is timeout really effective if they sing a happy little song when you take them there and then don’t want to come out of their crib afterwards?
And is it okay to sit their in stunned awe and muffle a little laugh when you kid chucks his spaghetti fork across the table and knocks your fork out of your hand while his lands standing up in your pasta? (What an arm!)
4 comments:
Ha ha! I got a picture of him surfing on Elyssa's back but I promise he thought that one up himself. I had nothing to do with it. I just took the picture.
You've got one adorable little guy there... what cute stories!
Sure love you!!
You have such a great attitude about everything! You are my hero :) I hear you on the little mischief maker around the house. Sounds like you're dealing with it pretty well. Miss you!
I made Chad get out of bed yesterday morning to read about Alec. We keep saying to each other, "I'll let you play with matches if you do the dishes." You guys are cute parents!
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