I have mentioned before, that having twin boys who are 4 years old is pretty wonderful. Just today I had a little flashback, if you will. A memory of sorts.....
My twin boys had recently mastered the art of walking. It was early in the morning and I had just gotten my older kids off to school.
The phone rang.
The doorbell chimed.
On my way back from answering the chiming door, ear still glued to the phone, my feet stepped in something gooey and sticky and crackly.
What in the world....
I looked up to see BabyTwinBoyAaron with his hands in the garbage can. Egg yolks, egg shells and other random garbage all over his feet, my feet, BabyNate's feet and the surrounding three feet.
What's a poor girl to do, in this very precarious situation!
Both twins started toddling around the kitchen floor marking their paths with gooey, sticky, crackly tracks.
Every time I made a move to pick them up I marked the floor with gooey, sticky, crackly tracks.
What's a poor girl to do!
Snatch those boys up and mark the path to the kitchen sink, that's what! We got ourselves cleaned up. (which was a very contorted kind of thing in it's own right...trying to get my feet into the kitchen sink....while keeping two toddlers from falling off the counter....yikes....don't picture it for too long. I'm sure it was shockingly unattractive!!) Once sufficiently cleaned up, I maneuvered my way around the mess and set the two boys in the joining room. Then it was mother versus the mess. Gooey, sticky, crackly and all. What a glamorous profession. My college degree was really paying off.
Exactly 45 seconds later, Aaron toddled his sweet self into my view, and what do you know...the small child had exactly 10 wrapped cough drops in his
mouth.
And ten more in his
hands.
Boy, this morning is getting good. Really good.
After prying the gooey, sticky, paper crackly cough drops out of his mouth I looked up to see...
Nate. Who had quietly gotten the mop out, lugged it into the kitchen and plunged it into the gooey, sticky and crackly egg mess that was still all over the floor. What a fine helper.
Fine, indeed. The gooey, and sticky and crackly kind of fine.
What's a poor girl to do in this situation!
Sit down and laugh, that's what. Until she looked up to see that some small child had painted brown mascara all over her lovely white cushioned bench.
Then the poor girl may or may not have cried a little.
And cleaned it all up.
And found herself in need of a morning nap.
And then....a little while later, after she had put her feet up for a spell, she chuckled a little.
And then she thought to herself......
.......I live in a wonderful world.
Wonderfully cute, and funny, and not boring (except the laundry and dishes and the toilet bowl cleaning) and exhausting, and rewarding and fun and precious and PRICELESS.
Even when it's gooey and sticky and crackly.
What's a poor girl to do, in this very precarious situation!
Both twins started toddling around the kitchen floor marking their paths with gooey, sticky, crackly tracks.
Every time I made a move to pick them up I marked the floor with gooey, sticky, crackly tracks.
What's a poor girl to do!
Snatch those boys up and mark the path to the kitchen sink, that's what! We got ourselves cleaned up. (which was a very contorted kind of thing in it's own right...trying to get my feet into the kitchen sink....while keeping two toddlers from falling off the counter....yikes....don't picture it for too long. I'm sure it was shockingly unattractive!!) Once sufficiently cleaned up, I maneuvered my way around the mess and set the two boys in the joining room. Then it was mother versus the mess. Gooey, sticky, crackly and all. What a glamorous profession. My college degree was really paying off.
Exactly 45 seconds later, Aaron toddled his sweet self into my view, and what do you know...the small child had exactly 10 wrapped cough drops in his
mouth.
And ten more in his
hands.
Boy, this morning is getting good. Really good.
After prying the gooey, sticky, paper crackly cough drops out of his mouth I looked up to see...
Nate. Who had quietly gotten the mop out, lugged it into the kitchen and plunged it into the gooey, sticky and crackly egg mess that was still all over the floor. What a fine helper.
Fine, indeed. The gooey, and sticky and crackly kind of fine.
What's a poor girl to do in this situation!
Sit down and laugh, that's what. Until she looked up to see that some small child had painted brown mascara all over her lovely white cushioned bench.
Then the poor girl may or may not have cried a little.
And cleaned it all up.
And found herself in need of a morning nap.
And then....a little while later, after she had put her feet up for a spell, she chuckled a little.
And then she thought to herself......
.......I live in a wonderful world.
Wonderfully cute, and funny, and not boring (except the laundry and dishes and the toilet bowl cleaning) and exhausting, and rewarding and fun and precious and PRICELESS.
Even when it's gooey and sticky and crackly.
Twin Boys age 4.....with a better grasp of egg usage.
