Apparently now we have two children headed for Harvard.
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Butterflies and laundry
Shep is becoming Neko’s personal plaything. Tonight, she was dressing him up as a butterfly.
On a totally unrelated note, whoever is sneaking their laundry into our baskets must STOP NOW. I swear, since Ellery was born, the amount of laundry we do has quadrupled. Tom is quick to point out we’re dealing with an infant that pees and spits up on everything and a very bad skunk incident, but I maintain that there are a few households out there that have discovered some wrinkle in the universe which allows them to utilize us as their own personal laundromat.
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Zoo
I thought I’d try my first solo outing with all three kids. I decided the zoo was my best choice. It’s winter, which means that the museum is crowded, but the zoo is deserted. It seemed smarter to brave the cold, but have less of a crowd in which to lose the kids.
Susie decided to join me with Chris and Alex. And then Nancy jumped in with Griffin, Will, Chloe, and Sarah. So if you haven’t been counting, we’re now up to nine kids under the age of four. Okay, two were stroller-bound, but I’m pretty proud of all of us completing a successful outing. We left with the same number of kids we arrived with, there was no blood shed, and the melt-downs only began as we approached the parking lot.
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Clearly headed for Harvard
Neko spent the afternoon in the shop with Tom and Chris. Amidst the t-shirt printing, she spent time solving quadratic equations.
Okay, maybe what she really did was draw space slugs on a box and then walk around with it on her head.
(Thanks to Chris for the photo.)
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Karmastrophe
I swear, I don’t park in handicapped parking spots. I hold doors open for little old ladies, I make contributions to charities, and I try to keep my negative vibe to a minimum. But, seriously, karma…WTF?!
It’s been a hard day. We finally got everyone in bed. Well, Neko is getting Shep’s cough, so she woke back up and refused to take medicine, but she ultimately got back in bed. We watched a little tv, and decided to head to bed at a decent hour.
Just as we were brushing our teeth, we both started looking around. What was that smell? Is it…skunk? We walked around the house and noticed it was mostly in the hallways, and we started to think there might be a skunk in the walls. When I went back to the bedroom to nurse Ellery, I noticed Otto on the bed with a few wet spots around him. Yep, it was Otto. Sprayed by a skunk. On our sheets, which had already been laundered once today, thanks to Ellery’s poop explosion during a diaper change.
Tom looked up the remedy online, but, of course, we don’t have those ingredients in our house. So he went to Kroger. Our 24 hour Kroger. Which closed at 11pm tonight for restocking. It was 11:05pm when Tom discovered the sign on the door.
He went to CVS, and is now preparing THE SOLUTION to remove the odor from Otto, but the smell in the house is just godawful. And opening windows doesn’t seem to help, because he smell is even stronger outside.
I predict we keep on rolling down this road tomorrow, and Neko will wake up with a monster cold, forcing us to skip playgroup and spend yet another day ON THE INSIDE.
Someone…please tell me…there…is…life…out…there…
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Nap buddies
This morning we discovered that Otto had made a new nap buddy. Ellery is a perfect choice, since she, too, sleeps best touching another warm body plus she lacks the muscle control to scoot away.
These heartwarming moments are the only thing providing salvation from our growing stir-crazy cabin fever. Remember how Jack Nicholson ended up in The Shining? I’m starting to get that scary look in my eyes and I think I’m developing a few new ticks. We have been inside too long.
We were supposed to go to gymnastics today, but the fog made it impossible to see more than a few feet in front of you. They even cancelled school. And now it is afternoon and the sun is shining and we have no destination.
Things have to get better tomorrow. Why? Because all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy…
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In absentia
New baby + two snotty, sick, demanding kids + a schedule that hasn’t quite recovered from the non-stop weather issues = no updates in a whole week.
Will update soon. It’s been brutal around here.
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Duct tape is so 2006
If I had to list the top five products for three-year-olds, blue painter’s tape would fall on that list. Neko desperately wants to attach things, but she can’t figure out string, and regular tape is too sticky for her or our furniture to handle. Blue tape is perfect. I’ve never had it destroy a surface.
At first we doled out little pieces, but ultimately realized that we could give her the whole roll and she’d run off and do fairly responsible stuff.
Today Wilbur the Pig must have done something wrong because Neko decided to turn the playgym into a cage. With a little help from Tom, there was no doubt…Wilbur was going nowhere.
