I had an eventful morning. First thing (before 7 again, crazy baby!), I got Kaden his breakfast and sat down to read my out-dated People Magazine and drink some tea. Lost in gossip bliss, I look up just in time to see Kaden promptly pour his whole bowl (milk, cereal and all) ON. HIS. HEAD. Awesome. I would have gotten a picture of the empty bowl perched above my soaked little blonde, but somehow that didn’t cross my mind while I sat with my mouth hanging open trying to decide what to do next. Instead of killing him, I scooped him up and put him directly into the tub, clothes and all! I sprayed him off then removed his now-sticky milky clothes and bathed him while I thought of all the ways the morning could have started more smoothly.
Just when I think I’m out of the woods, I went in to clean up Kaden’s room some (put his toys away to avoid stepping on them later in the day, as always is the case) and in the maybe three minutes I was gone, Kaden DRAINED the water cooler, in all of its two-full-gallons-left glory, onto my kitchen floor. Because of the roach issues of the past, we have taped off the drains and so the water had nowhere to go. Once I discovered his fun, he proceeded to slop around with his dripping socks throughout the rest of the house while I cleaned up the three-huge-sopping-towels-worth of water. I came out of the kitchen looking like Medusa with crazy hair and wet jammies and notice the trail of water EVERYWHERE. So he gets his second outfit of the day and I banish him to the roof where I am sure he can make no more messes.
WRONG! While I was relaxing in the warmth of the sun, resting my eyes for mere seconds, Kaden discovered some disgusting, burnt seeds of some sort (pumpkin?)and, using his leaky juice cup, made an apple-juice-burnt-seeds mash which he then “made up” his face with. Awwweeeessssooommmmeeee.
We came downstairs for bath number two and outfit number three. Now that I have closed EVERY door in the house and plopped him in front of Dragon Tales, he seems pretty content. Just a half hour until nap time. Thank God. I just might make it.