Wednesday, October 18, 2006

And The Blue Ribbon Goes To...

I think the kids are holding a secret contest every morning entitled "Who Can Make Mom/Karen the Maddest the Quickest."

Since we were having a relatively smooth running morning, I decided we could walk to school. Everyone yelled and jumped for joy like I had told them that Mickey Mouse was coming for a playdate and got shoes and coats on in record time. We made it to school and back almost incident free except for one run-in with Nadia, her baby Cory, and a malfunctioning baby stroller in the middle of the crosswalk but we only held up traffic for three minutes and I only got flipped off once, so I'm counting the walk as a success.

Once home again, Aidan runs out back to play, one of my most favorite things of all time. Although he has had some issues with the great outdoors, (namely mud making, dog poop throwing, and pool investigating) I think we have covered EVERY POSSIBLE THING that he is allowed to do and not allowed to do. We've talked about it so many times that I feel as though there is nothing left to say. A few minutes laters, I hear him come in, run upstairs and then head back outside.

"Everything okay, buddy?" I call from the laundry room.

"Yep, just going potty" he yells back.

Relieved that he seems to be just answering the call of the wild instead of coming up with an elaborate plan to piss me off, I continue folding laundry.

Sienna wanders in and says "ahzid" which I am taking to mean outside since she is still mute. I gather her up and we head out to play with the others.

I round the corner of the sandbox and see that SOMEONE (and by that I mean AIDAN) has brought Spencer's lego box out back and is busy burying all of the pieces in the sand.

"What are you doing?"

"Burying gold to keep it away from the Mysterious Hand" he tells me.

Ok, so here's the problem. While I want to give him props for his creativity, I also want to wrestle him to the ground and tell him, again, that Legos are INSIDE toys. I know it's stupid and not really that big of a deal, but Spence loves his Legos, all 457,932 of them and his collection is now reduced to three jumbo pieces and one tire. And to say nothing of the fact that this boy continues to look me in the eye day after day and LIE TO MY FACE. He wasn't peeing upstairs, he was thiefing Spencer's toys for The Mysterious Hand to play with. I know he's a good kid, in there, somewhere, a good kid. But seriously. SERIOUSLY. The amount of money lost on broken/lost toys because of these kids is starting to drive me out of my ever-lovin mind.

Is it just me? Am I being unreasonable? Probably, but it still makes me nuts. Today's contest winner: Aidan, hands down, but it's only 9:39 am. We'll have to see who comes in second and third.


Tharker said...

Sounds like a start to another great day! We could all bring over our kids sand sifters and look for "gold" a.k.a. legos, before Spencer comes home!

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Anonymous said...

You already know how I feel. However, research shows that you have to hear something 5 times to retain it. I'll be calling you later to give you another earfull.

emahaf said...

That is a very frustrating morning. good luck on the lego hunting.

Lindsay said...

What a crazy day! If you need help digging up the legos, I know Carson would come over and help. He would probably think that it was the coolest thing ever.

Kel said...

He sounds delightful. Maybe he needs a little dose of "The Mysterious Hand" right on his rear end.