Friday, May 8, 2015

my findings.

Can I please tell you about my day?

I turned on Tangled for the boys so I could pack.  I had a large box of kitchen stuff, including most of our cups, laying on the floor of the closet waiting to be sorted and packed.  There I found a sippy cup... with milk still in it.
Thank you, Jimmy.
At least he tried to put it away, right?

Here's the kicker. We had a green rug that I rolled up and stored in that closet. Greg liked it and wanted to keep it, but every time I went in there I thought, "This rug smells terrible!!" So, yesterday I threw it out.
Come to find out, it wasn't the rug.

The boys were pretty good while I was packing.  Ray came in once telling me he couldn't find his Birthday Thomas train, the one that sings the theme song.
Me: "Did you look in the train box?"
Ray: "Yes, I looked everywhere!"
Me: "You dug around in there?"
Ray: "Yes. I cannot find it everywhere!"
I walked to the living room to find the entire box of trans and tracks strewn all over the floor. That's one way of looking. We found Birthday Thomas buried among his friends.

We took the fruits of my packing labor over to the storage unit.  I carried Jimmy in the Ergo on my back and Ray insisted on pushing the cart (once it was unloaded).  That was fun, watching him pull the thing that could fit ten of him.  We made it out unscathed.  The walls may have not.

Then there was the uneventful pit stop at Publix.  Except at the end when Ray was literally falling asleep in the cart cried for me to hold him.
We made it to the car.  Holding one boy in each arm, I opened the door and look up just in time to see the cart rolling away in slow motion. It rolled off the curb and crashed on its side, spilling our groceries all over the pavement and grass (I park next to a tree whenever possible).
The glass bottle of pasta sauce and the wine bottle survived the fall.
And so did everything else.

I started cooking mac n' cheese for the kids at 4:30 because it was that kind of day. I hear Ray behind me, "Mommy, something's wrong with this rosary. Can you help?" I turn to find three of them hanging from his neck, one of which was hanging loose in the back, therefore too tight on his throat. Terrifying.

Later, Ray runs across the living room announcing he has to "go pee pee in the pooootttyyy!!!"
A few minutes go by and then he's back and in one breath he says, "Mommy, I went to pee pee and there is a pee pee mess.  There was a spider and the spider was crawling and now there is a pee pee spider and the spider was crawling to the stroller and now there now there is a pee pee stroller. Come see!"
I'll spare you the details... except that I did indeed find a drowned spider.

Finally Greg came home.  We met him in the parking lot at 8:00 and went for a walk. We found three sheriff cars parked in front of our place when we came back. Fun for the kids, right?
No idea why they were there.  We went right inside and they drove off.

I will close with a list of Jimmy's brand spanking new favorite games: Shut the Bedroom Door & Bang Until it Opens, Empty the Diaper Drawer on the Kitchen Floor, Throw all Food and Dishes on the Floor and/or Smear it in the Couch, and lastly Sip and Spit (less raspberry spit, more siphoning).
Presenting, today's aftermath:
"Mommy, where's the brown Lego?"

I love finding them playing together.
Ray the little caterpillar wrapping into a cocoon. 

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