At risk of TMI...
I was sitting on the pot when I suddenly realized there was no toilet paper. At all. Then, to my relief, I realized: I have a baby, that means there are wipes... And: I have a 3 year old, he can get them for me! Much to my dismay the conversation went as follows:
Me: Aiden! Can you get me the wipes?
(No response.)
Me: AIDEN!
(I hear a truck driving toward my direction and slowly enter the room. Aiden behind it.)
Me: Aiden, can you get me the wipes?
Aiden: Sure!
(He walks out of the room and back in with a glass of water.)
Me: Um, no Aiden, the wipes. Can you get me the wipes? I think they are on your dresser.
(He walks out of the room again. I hear his foot steps walk too far, slow down, walk further... Doh! He's lost focus.)
Me: Aiden, the wipes! On your dresser!
(I hear the closet open.)
Me: AIDEN! DRESSER! NEXT TO THE DRYER!
Aiden: I'm just looking for my car track in here...
Me: No! I need the wipes! Please!
Aiden: But I can't find them.
Me: ON YOUR DRESSER!
Aiden: I don't think I can reach that high.
Me: Just try!
Aiden: I'm drinking water. I can't look for the wipes while I'm drinking water.
Epic. Fail.
(To be fair, when I eventually went to find the wipes myself, they were somewhat hidden in a basket on the dresser and Aiden couldn't reach them after all.)
About Me
- Faith
- It's interesting to look at your life, past to present, and think: "It has all led up to this...." And then wonder where it will lead to next.
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This and the previous posts are why I love that you blog. Combined with the comment in you last email, you inspired me to write a post...I finished giving my friend a tattoo and it's late, but I haven't finished my beer yet so it seemed like a great plan. But blogger made changes and my old browser is struggling. So instead you get a long, rambling comment? Anyway, I'm so glad you are realizing how much you can be loved for just being you - that's why I think you're awesome, not for your parenting/home making/party planning skillz. And I'm glad you're blogging about your daily life. I like hearing about your children's escapades...and I don't know how you do it, since I can barely handle a puppy that gets into rat poison one day and gives me a bloody nose the next.
Haley and I have that type of conversation often. It's usually with Liam and burp cloths. As I sit and nurse him he gets distracted, sending milk shooting out all over his face and me, yuck! (TMI right back at you). So while I try to get him to focus I beg Haley to get a little white cloth to save me. "but, I don't know where they are" she says back. Haley... you have done this a million times, seriously, they are in the same place. (Even if they are currently covered by a huge pile of washed and unfolded clothes).
Then I see it, the item that will save me. A balled up bib made from a kithen towel that did not quite make itt o the dirty laundy. Ok Haley, can you get Mommy that bib, right there, on the floor. No not the dress, no Haley, not the toy... drip, drip, drip... HALEY! Get up with Liam hanging confused in one arm- grab bib- find a spot not covered in bananas and apple sauce- release annoyed sigh.
I'm glad I'm not the only one.
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