Just a warning for those reading this--our life really isn't this crazy, I promise! We just had one of those oh-so-memorable days and I had to write it down for posterity!
It started in the morning.
Talmage was not about to get into the car to go to church. Why would he do that when he could run around the car and into the front yard, giggling as both his parents tried to coax him into returning to get buckled up?
Ironically, the brute fell asleep five minutes into the ride to church. At just before 9 am. After being up less than 2 hrs already. Not waking up even while being taken out of his seat, carried into sacrament meeting, and having music in the background. He slept for an hour in Daddy's arms. Naturally, he woke up with a start and a big giggly grin on his face. It was time to run around again! So the usual exit to the hall ensued...
Lunch time. All goes well, if you count for the fact that he has decided that a high chair is not for him. No-he must be like his big brothers and sit/stand on the stools at the island. They are all now required to 'sit' at the regular table, to (hopefully) dispel any propensity towards a cracked head.
Naptime. He sleeps!
5:30 pm. Been up for some time now. Daddy leaves for a dental emergency. Snack time. Cherries. Yum. It wouldn't be proper to finish the snack without being thoroughly covered with cherry juice. Besides, it's fun to put the pitted cherries on your fingers, as if they were olives. We get undressed, wiped off, and new clothes on. Oh yeah--Mom got stung on the neck by a yellow jacket in the midst of our lovely snack. In the kitchen.
Five? Ten minutes later? Mom closed the 1/2 bath door, so we're safe. He comes into the office to sit on Mom's lap. Smelling very fresh, like just done laundry. And not the clean clothes he is now wearing. Mom forgot to close the laundry room door. There is a nice scattering of powdered soap on the floor now. And the dirty dishrags that were placed in the washer (with the door left open to prevent a stinky buildup) are now on the floor in the once empty laundry basket. We get hands rinsed off. Of course, this is playtime in the water streaming out of the faucet...
Mom is starting dinner. Kalvin is downstairs playing games. Xander is in and out of rooms and being generally un-mischievous (!). Mom actually gets dinner started. It's too quiet though. Talmage isn't playing with his brothers as Mom thought. He's in his parents bedroom. Specifically, the bathroom in the bedroom. He comes out of the bathroom with dripping arms, a huge grin on his face as he tells me what he's doing. As if I needed an explanation. The front of his shirt is somewhat wet and the bottom three inches of his pants are dripping. There is water all over the floor around the toilet. There is dirt (?) in the toilet. The toilet brush is out. We get cleaned up. Mom doesn't dare flush the toilet yet until more investigating is done. Two size 6 sandals are on the main bathroom floor, drenched, but sparkling clean, free from the dirt that encrusted them just a half hour before. At least the toilet can be safely flushed.
Daddy gets home. Dinner preparations continue with less drama. Talmage gets up onto the island. He sees the faucet at the prep sink. Faucet=water. Water=fun. He has a near encounter with the instant hot water dispenser. No, we're not getting up on the island again, as much fun as it may seem. Mom and Dad would rather not deal with little burned hands.
Our friends come over to pick up the trailer. They're helping get ready for girls' camp this week. Talmage goes outside to join in the fun. We have a "fireman's" hose attachment that requires only a pull on the handle to get it going. Talmage knows how to use it. And he does. Clothes are soaked. This would be the third outfit in less than an hour now.
A brief interim of relative calm ensues...
Bedtime. Past bedtime, actually. Everyone gets ready to snooze. Running away from Mom is way fun when she is trying to get everyone's teeth brushed. Prayer time. Why sit still when you can have fun instead? A quick bop of the head backwards really works when you want to get away from Mom. It effectively knocks mom in the bone under the eye and renders her still for a moment or two. Just enough time to escape! Big brother Xander wants a drink of water. He cries when he can't get his way. So it must be alright for Talmage to start in with the fussing too. Who wants to be left out? Talmage doesn't want to be put in bed (we moved his bed in with his big brothers. So far, it has worked out remarkably well).
He climbs out of his bed. By himself. Oh no.
Daddy comes in to help. Everyone gets settled down. Big brothers are quiet and going to sleep, so it must be okay to be in bed after all.
Night-night.
I really didn't exaggerate any of this!
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