Monday, July 27, 2009

You just thought, YOU were having a bad day!

He's just a two year old how hard could it be?

Ah-ha, thought you'd never ask!

Here's just one example of what I've been going through...

Just the other day...

I had to make a very important phone call. As the phone on the other end is ringing, I spotted Madisen and asked her to run and see where Jake was. ( As I know it only takes a second before he's into something.)

"He's fine, Kailey's going to play with him while your on the phone." , She said.

Approximately 20 minutes later I get off the phone, turn around, and see Jake walking towards me waddling like a duck. He's covered from head to toe with paint, making paint footprints behind him.

"Look Mommy, I paint!!" he said in a lovely shade of purple.

I can only imagine the haunting shade of white my face became, as the shock rushed over me. I immediately grabbed him up and went running for the bath tub. Screaming in panic for the girls to hurry and help, I went as fast as I could.

"Strip your clothes off, and what ever you do, DO NOT let Jake out of the tub!!"

I knew wherever the paint was, time was of the essence to get it up. As I followed the painted footprints imprinted in the carpet. (Of our RENTED house might I ad) I was led straight to the masterpiece corner! He had somehow managed to get open two containers of paint. One Red & one blue.

(Which were in a case and up high. Obviously not high enough!)

Mr. Man, had painted the walls, his toys, his bed, his bedding, and HIMSELF!

He poured big piles of each color right on the carpet, and even made a mixing pile of purple.

Little Picasso had made such a mess!

I grabbed towels, a bucket of water and every bottle of stain remover I could find, and immediately went to scrubbing like a mad woman.

All the while yelling "Are you watching him?! Do NOT let him move!!"

After lots of scrubbing, and seeing how much progress I had made, I started to breath again.

Taking a deep breath, I began to laugh...

I still have paint stains on the floor.

Jake is sitting in the tub covered in paint.

I ran out of stain remover and need to go to the store.

The kids haven't had lunch yet.

AND, Kailey has to be at the orthodontist in 35 Minutes!!

Everything after that was a complete blurr.

Somehow I got it all done and made it to her appointment, and On Time at that!

At some point in between all the madness, I did take a few seconds to grab my camera.

They were taken at the time where I was breathing, so they are blurry and most of the paint was cleaned up. On Jake too! At least I captured something, right?

Can you believe this little monster?

All I know is; Thank God for Oxi Clean, and the fact it was kids paint!

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Envying the neighborhood strays this year

Every year we go All out for the fourth. We drive up to the next state and buy tons of illegal fireworks. I say "we", what I really mean is Jason. Here's how it really works. He begs to go stop at the fireworks store. Swears we won't buy much. Then I follow him around the store as he snatches and grabs, like a kid in a candy store.Then what happens? We walk out of the store buying twice as much as we did the year before. It's crazy! We bought so much the year before last, the store gave us $200, if free stuff. It took two shopping carts, just to get them to the car. Where we had to cover them with blankets to get them across states.

The key is to buy them a few weeks in advance, so you don't get caught. The only thing is until the fourth we have enough explosives in our house to blow up China.

Well this year with the slowed economy The Big Dawg, had to just lay in the yard and sulk this year. All we could afford was a few from the TNT tent in front of Wal-mart this year. All completely legal. Nothing over five foot off the ground. Just a bunch of little fountain fireworks! BOR-ING!

We did a few before dark so Jake could enjoy them, before bed.

I told you, they were pathetic!

"Don't worry kids we have a whole box full."

After dark when we went out with the girls. We thought it won't be too bad, at least they will enjoy them.
That was until the neighbors started. Apparently they had more money than we did this year and were able to afford some of the big ones. Not as much as we would have bought but, nonetheless. Talk about a nose rubbing. It didn't matter what we lit, as soon as we heard & felt the boom concussion in our chest, our fireworks became invisible. As nice as it was to at least have some to look at, it was still disheartening.

The scary thing is I know when we do buy some, he'll we'll have to make up for this year!