Not to compare my children, but Jake at eighteen months was relatively calm. It's all relative, of course. Relative to his sister Annie, who at eighteen months is trying to kill me (or herself) every day.
Take this morning for example. I went out early to get 4th of July star donuts for the kids and Ike (I settled for yummy Krispy Kreme coffee. I'm not dieting, I just have serious sugar overload when I eat a donut...it's like being drunk or something and it makes me mean). Annie and Jake ate theirs, I swept and mopped the floors and wiped down the table and Annie's chair (very messy, those donuts), then I gave Annie a bath (again, very messy donuts...).
We're leaving tomorrow to go to Wilmington for Uncle Billy and (almost) Aunt Adrianne's wedding, so I have a few errands to run. In the ten minutes I took to brush my teeth and get dressed, this is what Annie managed to do...
I walked back into the dining room to find Annie: on the table, covered in red, white and blue sprinkles. She'd climbed onto the table, opened the donut box and attacked Ike's donut. Sprinkles were EVERYWHERE. On her hands, legs, face. On the floor, the table, the chairs. (Incidentally, Ike's donut doesn't look like it's missing any sprinkles at all, which makes me wonder...how many sprinkles can fit on one donut??)
And what did Annie say?
"I did it! Yay!" Hmm...actually, Annie, this is the time to say, "sowwy."
Take this morning for example. I went out early to get 4th of July star donuts for the kids and Ike (I settled for yummy Krispy Kreme coffee. I'm not dieting, I just have serious sugar overload when I eat a donut...it's like being drunk or something and it makes me mean). Annie and Jake ate theirs, I swept and mopped the floors and wiped down the table and Annie's chair (very messy, those donuts), then I gave Annie a bath (again, very messy donuts...).
We're leaving tomorrow to go to Wilmington for Uncle Billy and (almost) Aunt Adrianne's wedding, so I have a few errands to run. In the ten minutes I took to brush my teeth and get dressed, this is what Annie managed to do...
I walked back into the dining room to find Annie: on the table, covered in red, white and blue sprinkles. She'd climbed onto the table, opened the donut box and attacked Ike's donut. Sprinkles were EVERYWHERE. On her hands, legs, face. On the floor, the table, the chairs. (Incidentally, Ike's donut doesn't look like it's missing any sprinkles at all, which makes me wonder...how many sprinkles can fit on one donut??)
And what did Annie say?
"I did it! Yay!" Hmm...actually, Annie, this is the time to say, "sowwy."
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