Whoever said that after you have your 2nd kid, the rest are easy to handle obviously never had 2 children 15 months apart. You know, Zachary is almost 8 so I consider myself a pretty experience mom but the team known as Alden and Eleanor are wearing me out lately. A couple of weeks ago, it was powdered sugar. What is so bad about powdered sugar you might ask? Nothing except when your 17 month old takes an entire box and shakes it all over your kitchen, through your hallway, and into your dining room. And then repeats the same little routine the next week. Let me tell you, that little white power is very sneaky. It looks all sweet and innocent as you sprinkle it on your french toast or funnel cake but try to sweep that crap up and it because a monster. And walk through it and it melts and sticks to your feet. I solved that problem with a child proof lock on the pantry door. But all of that was child's play compared to this week. So this is how my week played out thus far:
Monday- while loading the washer, Alden comes into the laundry room with Stinky Dog and tells me to look at him. Well, Stinky has a weird yellow ring around his mouth. Alden's response when I ask him what it is "I don't know" which always comes out sounding like "nah-no." So I walk into the kitchen, there behind the island, Eleanor is squatting done with paper towels trying to wipe EGGS up out of the floor. Yes, you read that right, EGGS!! Having found the pantry locked up tighter than Fort Know, they moved on to the fridge. Luckily, it was only 2 eggs to clean up but have you ever tried to clean up eggs? Imagine a kid blowing his nose all over your floor and multiply that times 100- and you get the consistency and stickiness of eggs on a tile floor.
Tuesday- Eleanor decides that she doesn't want to just play in the toilet, she wants to sit in the toilet. But what happens with a tiny toddler foot slips into the toilet...it gets stuck in the hole. So, I am trying to play trains with Alden when I hear Eleanor screaming from the bathroom and what do I find. Her sitting
IN the toilet with her foot stuck in the hole.
Wednesday- Bless their hearts, they gave me a little break from the mayhem.
Thursday- In order to make up for giving me a break on the day before, Eleanor decided to go all out this morning. Alden and I were sitting and watching Cars and Eleanor was playing with her baby doll. So she picked up the doll and went behind the love seat which she does sometimes. She likes to play back there occasionally so I wasn't concerned until she came walking out from behind the love seat and is missing a diaper. I told her to go and get her diaper and when she turned around her bottom was covered in poop. So I scooped her up and threw her on the changing table, wiped her down, and put on a clean diaper. And I told her to go her diaper. So she brought it to me, I checked the area behind the love seat and didn't see any stray poop laying around and didn't see any on her hands. So I thought we were done with that. Nope, I was wrong. So I went back into Alden's room and changed his diaper and put him down while I changed the cover on the changing pad. Then, I heard him say "El-da-nor! Mommy, El-da-nor colored on wall!" So I run into the living room and there she is in all her glory- squatting down, smearing poop on the wall with both of her little hands. Yes, Eleanor colored on the wall- WITH POOP!
Now, I've been trying to figure out who is the ring leader in this little gang they have formed and, after this week, I am pretty sure it is Eleanor. Not that Alden is without guilt, but I think she leads him down the path of temptation. I guess she plays Delilah to his Samson except with the hair cutting and seduction.
