Yesterday I heard James starting to wake up from a nap. He was just sitting in the living room in his little bouncer chair. Eliza came in and said, "mom, Jenna kicked James out of his chair." I didn't hear him screaming so asked Eliza if he was on the floor...she said yes. I go out there and there he is laying on the floor. Yup, Jenna had kicked him out of the chair. She likes to lay under it and put her feet on his back. Usually she doesn't push that hard...good thing he's a good baby and a big boy!
Today Jenna decided she didn't want to get out of the shower. I told her James was crying and she needed to get out. I gave her the option to stay in the shower and be cold or to let me help her out. She decided to stay. I was only gone a few minutes getting James changed...Jenna was MAD at me. Decision making skills are not part of a two year olds understanding. We'll work on that.
I also decided to take them all to the library. Shoot me please! We made it into the library and picked up my hold and made it upstairs to the kids area pretty well. Things were going so well I decided to stick around for story time. All four of us happily went into the story room. Eliza had met a little girl in line and was thrilled to sit with her instead of me. Jenna wandered between me and Eliza until the last book which was about a cat. I should have left right there. Jenna stood directly in front of the lady reading. Then she pulled out a stuffed cat. All the kids just looked at it except Jenna. She wanted it - BAD! She stood there and looked at the cat on the table trying to figure out how much she could do with it. I was quite far away from her so couldn't do anything to help her. The lady had already taken the cat away from her then Jenna decided she really needed it. She pulled the table over, which had pictures and a container of water. Thankfully there weren't any kids in the way and even Jenna moved enough to miss her toes. She was a little more willing to sit with me then and we made it through the rest of the book.
As we were ready to get on the elevator a girl grabbed me and introduced herself. I haven't seen her for 5 years... anyway, I was a little distracted and kids were getting on the elevator. The doors started to shut and I was plugging up the entrance for other moms to get on... thankfully one of the moms was quick thinking and started pushing the button until it opened again. I got on, should have apologized to the other mom but was trying to hide under the stroller, and made it to checkout.
Our library has gone self-serve on this little deal. Why? Because someone in charge has never brought a two year old to the library! I need help! I was swiping the books and turn around and no Jenna. I yelled, yes yelled in the library. The lady behind me asked if the little girls at the top of the stairs was her. Yup, who else. At that point I left James and Eliza to manage the stroller and got Jenna. I strapped her into the stroller, which she didn't like, and managed to finish checking out. She did manage to pull a sign down while we were doing that, but that was fixed quickly.
She is a sweet little thing, just busy. Oh, yesterday she also decided to give her three dollies a bath. I didn't think too much about it and gave her a towel to dry them off and went on my way. About an hour later I went into the bathroom and realized she bathed them in the toilet. I just caught her doing it again in Maggies water. Really, it never ends with her.
3 comments:
I feel your pain! My Emily was like that. Silence was our enemy, because it meant she was definitely doing something naughty! My advice is to take pictures whenever you can. We have a folder just for Emily and the older she gets the more we laugh at them. She loves to "remember" when she stuck pick up sticks in the wall and ate huge chunks out of a cube of butter. I should post them on my blog sometime...someday:) Now I understand your comment on FB about having a too good to be true day! Hope you have more of those!
Sorry, but I was laughing so much. (Except for the almost falling out of the window part, eeek!). Poor you!
I feel your pain about the library. My Mom is a librarian and I always ask her, "What do you do to a Mom that has children throwing books all over?"
Can I just say hooray! I"m not the only one to have "active" children. ;) You defiantly have your hands full. If you ever need a break bring them over. They fit right in with mine.
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