Mischief

Today was going to be hard no matter what. Andrew and I didn't get to sleep until about 2 am because Caden decided to wake up and be extremely hyper at that time. I love when he acts that crazy and funny, but at the same time, I need my sleep. This morning I awoke to Caden pulling my hair, not once, not twice, but three different times. He pulls to take, by the way. I'm missing chunks of my hair. Thanks Andrew for the wake-up call. Anyway, today at lunch time was especially hard. I fed Caden peanut butter and jelly (his favorite) and went to nurse Lily. Caden started to get bored about half way through his lunch, and usually at this time he decides to either a.) throw his food or b.)stand up in his high chair and scream. He did the latter today, thankfully..I hate cleaning peanut butter off of the floors. I put Lily in her swing so I could get up to let him out of his chair. With a peice of the sandwich in his hand, he ran into the front room (the toy room) and started to play with his baseball bat and bouncey ball. As I'm cleaning off his messy jelly stained highchair tray I hear Lily start to scream. Usually when she does this after only 3 minutes in her swing, I know Caden is playing a part.I run towards her chair and expect to see Caden using Lily for batting practice like he usually does...but no, he's just standing there staring at her. "What did you do Caden?", I ask. He replied "aeeeeh?" I pick Lily up and she starts choking. What is she choking on? Sure enough, the last peice of Caden's peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I dislodge it from her mouth and comfort her for about 5 minutes walking around and talking soothingly. She begins to settle right around the time I hear a crash coming from my bathroom. I run in there, with Lily in hand, and the strongest smelling cologne I've ever smelt in my life practically punches me in the face. (I've smelt strong smelling cologne before...I used to be a cashier at a german restaurant where 70 something year old single men eat dinner regularly showered in their finest Old Spice). Anyway, back to my son's mischief... He is sitting on my bathroom floor, with a broken bottle of Aqua di Gio spilled and every last lotion bottle/chapstick/tanning lotion/tweezers/toner/toothpaste/toothbrush...EVERYTHING that we had in our 5 bathroom drawers surrounding him. "Uh Oh".


This...is a typical example of what I go through everyday. I know I'll look back on this in a few years and laugh...but for the next week or so, I'm going to have such a bad headache from cologne fumes that I don't find it nearly as funny.