ALL IN A DAY OF AIDEN

Everyday I have to stop and take many deep breaths.
No, I don't have health problems,

I have Aiden.
The boy is a ball of energy and into.every.little.thing.

Not much has changed since he became mobile as an infant,
except that now he can hear me say NO and STOP,

although he acts like he can't.

I'll use today as an example (and note, it's not even dinner time):

Breakfast

When Aiden is finished, he either starts throwing his food on the floor,

stuffing it down in his highchair, rubbing it in his hair,

smashing it through his fingers, or all of the above.

This morning he decided to also wear the bowl

(with some milk still in it) on his head.

DEEP BREATH.

He thinks he's funny (and he really is),

He also knows those eyes melt my heart.

Grocery Shopping

I don't know why I even try. Let's just say I shouldn't

have taken the extra time to check out all the new Spring

scents of air fresheners and I had a lot of boxes

torn open and Gogurt squished all over the cart.

DEEP BREATH.

Home

After feeding him lunch (which I made the mistake of giving him

a sippy cup without the spill proof thingy and he proceeded

to shake it all over juice flying everywhere),

I decided to clean up the floors and therefore shake the rugs first.

I unlocked the front door and stepped outside,

closing it behind me and that little stinker

LOCKED ME OUT.

As I'm peering through the windows on each side of the door,

PLEADING for him to open the door, he stands there and

WAVES, LAUGHS then RUNS OFF!

Thank GOD for a beautiful day and open windows, BUT

I quickly learned the screens won't come off from the outside unless

you unlock them from the inside first. I'm getting frantic by this point.

I run to the truck to search for a spare key and (thank GOD number 2),

Aiden's daddy left his toolbox in there from a weekend trip.

I get the screwdriver out and tear up the screen to crawl through the window

Aiden laughing and cheering me on the whole time.
MANY, MANY DEEP BREATHS.

Nap time.

During this time I sit to check emails and hear my phone ring ...

can't find it, but the ring leads me to ...
the trash can.

That must be where he ran off to as I was locked out.

Not too fun digging through the garbage

looking for a phone all while hearing Aiden playing in his crib.

DEEP BREATH.

Still.nap.time.

...half hour later, STILL not sleeping.

I go up to check on him, since he's also very well known

to take off his pants and his diaper,
sometimes with an extra surprise (again not fun)! Sure enough,
there's my boy, bare bottomed, clean diapers thrown all over the room,

dirty diaper laying on the floor, and there he stood

holding a clean diaper and his pants out to me, Hard to discipline a little boy who can't hear you.

So I have to get his CIs and put them on.

(notice the mattress on the floor ... that's because he

also loves to climb out of his crib and nearly

broke his arm - I know, time for a big boy bed).

So after the third time of chasing him down,

changing his sheets, CIs on and off again,

and getting him BACK TO BED,

he finally fell asleep

with his pants on.

Forget the deep breaths.
I need a glass of wine.