Old Blog Posts: January 2009

Today I woke up, took Will to preschool.  Came home and worked.  Picked Will up (which is always sorta sucks–he loves it there a little TOO much), then drove to see Nic.  Went to lunch with Nic, then we came home, read stories, and went for a walk/bike ride.  Came back and…

…my house was clean.  Sparkling.  Freshly vacuumed.  No pee on the bathroom floor.   No soap scum on the kitchen sink.  No globs of toothpaste on the bathroom counter.

We hired a cleaning lady.  I think it changed my life.  I don’t know when I’ve ever been so happy!

$60 every other week is the cost of perfect happiness as it turns out!

When I dropped Will off at preschool today the teacher said that she was just telling Will’s old teacher how happy she was that Will came to HER class.  “He is the sweetest little boy I’ve ever met.”

😀

Nic said I should have asked for stories to back up this claim.

Not only do I hear “no!!!!”  a zillion times a day.  It is now “no way!!!!”

But, I will say that in the last week his behavior has been much improved.  I took him to Apple for my genius bar appointment (broken iphone) and he was an Angel for the 20+ minutes we were there.  He stayed right by me, sat nicely right by me–I didn’t even know who that child was!

Because we have been bringing down the hammer on him pretty hard around here.  One of my goals for 2009 is that on 1 January 2010 I better be able to stand in the middle of a store and say “Will, come here.” and he better come.  So apparently my goal for 2009 is to better dog train Will.

The other thing I hear him say constantly is “treasure.”  He tries to sing the backyardigans song “treasure” but all he knows is the one word.  And ocassionally he’ll throw in “find” so over and over and over I hear him sing “treasure.  treasure.  find treasure.  treasure.”

A week or so ago I heard a battle cry from the power room:  “TO INFINITY, AND BEYOND!!!”

I poked my head around the corner and found Will grunting out a giant poo.

Oh if only I had video taped it!

Someone in this house has a shopping problem.  And it’s not me.

Will LOVES to shop.  When I pick him up at preschool, the first thing he says is “store, please?”  “shopping?”  And if he’s not behaving on his way out, I just threaten NOT to take him to the store and then he shapes right up.  The kid loves errands.  I think there’s something wrong with him.

This morning I was upstairs.  Will was downstairs.  And then I heard:

“Tray-cee!”  “Tray-cee!”

All day, whenever I was elsewhere, I would here “Tray-cee!”

About a month ago Will and I were at a nice store.  Will is generally a good shopper, so sometimes to kill time I take him to Briargate for wandering around (and he loves it–when we drive home from preschool he usually says “no home!  store please!”).  So we are at a nice store, and I’m feeling very proud of my well behaved little boy…and then I watch in horror as he sticks his finger in his nose and drags out the most giant green booger ever in the history of the world.

And I stand there, frozen, cursing myself for having nothing other than an iphone, wallet, and garbage in my purse, and try to decide how best to get rid of the booger without actually having it touch me, my clothes, or any of the store’s fancy clothes.  And in my split second of indecision, Will popped it in his mouth.

The words “Eeew!  Don’t, Will!” started to fly out of my mouth before I stopped them in their tracks.  At that particular moment, eating his own booger really WAS the best possible outcome.

I have since seen him do that little trick multiple times.  And each time I start to say “don’t eat it!” but then stop myself.  Until I can be SURE that I can cure him of nose-picking entirely, I flash to Kelly’s various booger stashes and decide that this is the best possible place for those boogers to go.

Moral of the story:  Good moms carry kleenex.  Bad moms look the other way while their children eat boogers.