Today we went on a family run, played with magnets, had a war (with number cards), built a car city with Leggos, transferred marbles in and out of cups, colored with markers, fell asleep for 5 minutes and made a great big mess. And that was all before and during the first session. Phew.
Before the second session, DH left for his overnight shift, and I took refuge at my parent's house. Conference weekend has a long standing tradition of us tormenting our parents with our children's noise and chaos. In So Cal, we went to DH's parents. They said they didn't mind, but I know they probably would've liked to listen in peace. Now it's my parents' turn. Luckily my dad can just amp up his sweet surround sound and you can't even really hear the kids.
During the session, I got to escape for an hour to finally get my hair fixed. What a difference. Now I don't have to walk around in pigtails that differ in length by about an inch. Never again. Never again.
Tonight, at the end of this exhausting day, I had a thought. I was changing C's poopie diaper. He had been amongst the children causing mischief, spitting popcorn seeds and water all over my couch. I had had my 2-year-old fill, and I began musing what a pain he could be. But then I stopped, mid wipe, and realized how lucky I am. I have never had a poop painter. You know, the ones that like to smear it everywhere for fun. C would probably really love this activity if given a proper introduction, but gratefully, he hasn't been introduced. My niece was a poop painter. Once she painted a dressing room with it while my sister-in-law was changing. Um, flee the building! And another friend of mine came up to get her 3 year old up from his nap, only to find that he had painted his entire crib with the smelly stuff.
I guess if I didn't get any spiritual enlightenment from conference, at least I had one uplifting thought today (and I get to listen to the talks via ipod soon anyways).
5 comments:
I love conference on ipod! Best soothing running "music" ever :)
I, too, am grateful for not having a poop painter. My nephew once painted his entire crib and decided he quite enjoyed the taste of the paint...I know, totally foul. I'm also grateful for noisy conferences. I know it won't be too long and I'll miss all the noise and the playing. I just read the Ensign Conference issue anyway, I don't need to hear it.
Good way to look on the bright side! Conference weekend hasn't been a great spiritual highlight for us, either. I'm on call today (I'm a housing assistant in Verano), so between that and trying to keep the children from imploding, it's been interesting to say the least. But I feel blessed that Dave's been here, knowing that my single-parent time will come....
Just READING about your day made me tired. I really hope that Jane isn't a poop painter ...
I am not ashamed to say that my mom informed me that I was a poop painter. I think it just means I was trying to be artistic even then! Two of my siblings were too. None of my kids have done this yet, but Jonah always strips in his crib if I don't get him out fast enough after he wakes up, so it may just be a matter of time before he tries this. Yikes!
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