Thursday, April 29, 2010
Yikes and Yuck!
So today I don't have a fictitious story OR a poem. That is what the yikes is for. I thought it would be X that did me in. Trouble with Y is how the heck do you come up with a story that starts with a Y word? Okay I'm sure you could, but today I'm completely exhausted and practically falling asleep right now. Fortunately I DO have a little story about one of my sons.
First I want to start out by saying that my husband is a HUGE germaphobe. I mean he goes all out when people are sick in the house with disinfectant wipes and Lysol spray. He won't go near the sick person as long as they are sick. I'm not even close to exaggerating.
So Why, WHY in the name of Heaven would he choose to give our three-year-old a spoon and a jar of peanut butter and say "have at it"? Well, I know the answer and that is that our three-year-old does not eat anything. You think I'm kidding. There are about three things he eats. Yogurt, peanut butter sandwiches, and carrots. I'm exaggerating a little but only a little.
This morning my husband had one of those silly moments and let our son eat out of the jar of peanut butter. I was WAY too tired to argue, and at that point I was just fighting to stay awake.
Hubby left for work. I was just alternating between spacing out and trying to stay awake. I did notice that the baby was being awfully quiet. I knew he had to be into something. I looked around and low and behold there was little Noah sitting on the floor with the jar of peanut butter. He was happily sucking his fingers free of the massive globs of peanut butter he had reached in the jar for. It was everywhere! On his arms, legs, hands, and I hardly need add his face.
I grabbed the jar of peanut butter. My little guy sure knows how to protest too. So amid cries and endless thrashing I attempted to wipe the sticky mess off. I got most of it off, but I still need to give him a bath tonight. I figured he would get messier as the day progressed so I didn't need to waste water and soap so early.
The really sad thing is this is not the first time I have had to deal with this exact same situation. It was hilarious the first time, mildly amusing the second time, and completely unfunny this morning.
Tips to me from myself:
1. Watch the baby, stupid!
2. No more peanut butter out of the jar for Elijah, dummy!
3. Put the peanut butter away in the cabinet, silly!
4. Watch the baby, stupid!
*Takes a bow*