Some days, I am faced with some interesting surprises. The unfortunate thing is, occasionally, they are surprise time bombs. As I have mentioned in earlier posts, Mason loves to tear the house apart daily by scattering his toys around the house. Well, he has decided to step things up a notch. Once his toys are sufficiently re-distributed throughout the house he moves on to bigger and better things.
For example, the other night when I got home from work, Laura looked like she had spent a little too much time with a two year old. Exasperated, and in her usual, loving tone, explained to me that it was my night to “watch the kid”. Ah, message received. She headed off to take a long hot bath and relax.
I headed through the mine field we call the dining room having to step over nearly every toy that Mason owns. As I approach my easy chair, I see some dark stuff in the seat. Upon closer inspection, I could tell that he had eaten some Oreo’s for snack…in my chair. Or at least was given Oreo’s to eat. However, it was more fun to smash them into my chair then brush the remains onto the floor. This presented me with an opportunity to clean the house which was NOT in my plans for the night.
As I start picking up the living room, Mason heads off. I assumed that he was going to knock on the bathroom door in an attempt to be let in (and be occupied for a while). As I start getting the toys off the floor and into his toy box, I was finding pieces of breakfast cereal in nearly every toy. I found out later that Mason threw his bowl of dry cereal onto the floor and proceeded to stuff it into anything and everything. I head into the kitchen to throw away a handful of Lucky Charm bits and Mason was not standing at the bathroom door. Instead, he was in the process of emptying out one of the kitchen draws full of cooking utensils. That in itself isn’t too bad, but he had already emptied all the cabinets that he could reach. There were groceries, pots, pans, cooking utensils, dog food, etc. throughout the kitchen.
“Mason! What are you doing!!!” His response…he sticks his arms straight out with his palms up and says “sarreee”. As if THAT was going to get him out of trouble. Time for Mason to help clean up his own mess. Back to the living room we head.
To Mason’s credit, he helped pick up his toys. There is a plastic Jack-O-Lantern bucket from Halloween sitting in the middle of the dining room floor stuffed to the brim with various toys. I pick it up and start pulling out the toys and grab something cold, wet and soft…an old banana. Surprise! Just what I wanted, a half eaten mushy banana. Not really sure how long it had been there but sometimes it’s better not to ask those kinds of questions.
After getting the bucket cleaned out I go back into the living room. Mason has stopped picking up his toys and is playing with some cars on the table. As I walk in, he looks at me, points to his John Deere riding toy and says “EEEWWW”. Great! Bad things generally come after that. The seat on this toy lifts up with a small area to store the small plastic animals that came with the toy. Unfortunately, the animals were sitting in spoiling milk…nasty! I'm guessing that Mason has figured out how to get the lid off his cup.
After getting everything picked up, it was time for me to start making supper. I open the fridge to get some hamburger and find my glasses case sitting on the shelf…and a plastic CAT dozer…and several hot wheel cars…and a flashlight. Out of curiosity, I open the freezer. In there, I found the remote to the TV…some juice boxes that used to be in the fridge…a stuffed turtle…and a paint brush.
He is a quick little bugger. The most unfortunate thing about the whole situation is that I cannot blame Laura for not watching Mason all day…the kitchen drawers were emptied and the fridge was filled while I was watching him. Oh well. I am just waiting to see what little surprises are coming next.
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