Thursday, May 1
Josh excelled at being two today. His day started at 6:30 am. Chad and I woke up to the animated refrains of the "ABC" song being played over and over again through the monitor in Will and Josh's room. This meant that 1) Josh was awake, 2) Josh had crawled out of his crib to get a toy, and 3) Josh was doing his best to make sure the rest of the household was awake. We then heard him crash through his door and make for the stairs to our room, dragging his guitar up every step (thump, clunk, whack), singing, and chattering all the way past the (no-longer-sleeping) baby just outside our door. "I brought my sing-sing (Josh's term for guitar), Mommy! Wanna hear a song?" Sigh....time to get up.
The first order of business on Josh's plan for the day was milk and Goldfish crackers. He is definitely in the "do it myself" stage, but unfortunately his fine-motor skills haven't caught up with his sense of independence. Hence, we ended up with half a cup of milk sloshed on the counter while he tried to screw on his own sippy-lid and a two-pound box of crackers poured into a 6 oz cup on the floor.
Jack had his four-month doctor's appointment this morning, so we didn't have a lot of extra time to begin with, and thanks to Josh, our schedule was about to get even more rushed. Somehow the child managed to lock the bathroom door from the outside. Of course, Will picked that moment to urgently need to use the bathroom. So there I sat in my bathrobe with a baby in one arm, a two-year-old sitting in my lap smiling gleefully (offering to help me with his plastic saw), and a four-year-old hopping around crying because he needed to pee, while I tried to unlock the door with a screwdriver. Will gave up and used the training potty before I'd gotten very far, and wouldn't you know, he had to do more than just pee. The training potty saved the day for Will, but was not going to help me shower, so I kept at it until I got the door open. The last time Josh pulled this trick he locked himself in the room. That might have been a good thing for us today...I could have just left him safe and sound in the bathroom.
Finally we were ready to head to the doctor's office. As I attempted to shove myself, the baby in the carseat, the diaper bag, and my purse through the back door while propping open the screen door, I saw Josh head to the outdoor water faucet as if in slow motion. "Jooooooosh!!! Nooooooo!!!" I hollered as he said, "It's okay, Mommy, I just going to water the flowers." As he soaked his only clean jeans, his socks, and his shoes with the frigid water.
At the doctor's office he was into everything. I was desperately trying to keep Jack quiet and listen to Dr. Stid while Josh kept slamming the exam room door open and closed and running and up and down the office hallway. Dr. Stid had to ask him twice not to climb on his stool for fear he would roll over someone's finger or fling himself into a wall while wildly spinning around.
I could hardly wait for nap time. However, you can lock a two-year-old in his crib but you can't make him sleep. I wilted on the couch praying he'd doze off while listening to him jump around and sing his heart out. I swear he's the energizer bunny.
How many hours til bedtime?
