John had Monday off and took Marshall bowling. I'm so glad they got some one-on-one time...that didn't include Xbox.
On Tuesday we all started back to the grind (is that the right expression?) I woke up with a renewed energy for a great new year and decided to steam-vac my carpets. I've made this my New Year's resolution the last couple years because it's super easy and only takes a couple hours ;) We also started back to school, much to Marshall's chagrin.
Wednesday morning Coen decided to wreck havoc on the dining room carpet. I had run out of vinegar (used it in the steam-vac) the day before and had only done the living room, thankfully. He had figured out how to unscrew the cap on a do-a-dot marker, black, and painted a good little patch of the floor. Urgh.
Marshall had his annual well child physical at the doctors on Wednesday morning. He is still in the 97th percentile for height and 90th for weight. He passed with flying colors on all the tests - count to 20, draw these 4 shapes, what is this color?, say the abc's, and then, the doctor asked him to skip. Being my son, the boy has very little coordination. The doctor was concerned and ironically John and I have been too but just thought it was genetic. So we're having him assessed by a physical therapist. If there is anything that can help him, I'll do it because speaking from personal experience, it just sucks to be one step behind everyone else in dance class, urh, karate as it were.
On Thursday Coen found a pair of scissors and the half-empty box of Otter Pops on the bottom shelf of the pantry (stupid!) and cut a few open over the carpet in the dining room. On Thursday while dinner was cooking and John was playing Xbox with Marshall, I fell asleep when I sat down on the bed to get dressed for a workout class at the church. During the 20 minutes dinner took to cook, Coen decided to spill not one, not two, but THREE drinks onto the freshly steamed living room carpet!!! RIGHT in front of John who was too glued to the Xbox to notice. Thoughts of smashing the stupid machine in with a metal baseball bat ran through my head, but alas, we don't have a metal baseball bat.
On Friday we escaped the disaster waiting to happen that is our apartment and went to a friend's house to play and celebrate another friend's birthday. Luckily my little tornado left her house in tact.
Saturday morning was filled with lazing around the house all morning then finally deciding I needed groceries. At some point during the day Coen decided to get into the do-a-dot markers again (black and orange this time) and did-a-dot every few inches all across the living room floor. Let's see, that's Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Five, Five days and my carpets actually looked worse than they had before I steamed them.
I sat that boy on a chair and told him he was in big trouble and that painting carpets was a no-no. Do you know what he did? He crossed his little arms over his chest, gave a big "HMPH!" and turned his face away. I stared at him for a minute and as he peeked to see if I was smiling, which I definitely wasn't, he scowled at me then turned his face again.
That night John and I made Risotto and I fulfilled a fantasy of his...co-cooking in the kitchen. I'm more of a stay out of my way while I do this kinda gal, but hey, anything to keep the hubs happy :) I organized the boys' toys in their room and was able to step out after lights-out without stepping on any Legos. Woohoo! Coen fell asleep early, as he had not taken a nap, which gave John and myself some time for games with Marshall before his bed time. After the kids were down I read by the fire in my cozy sweatpants while John hunted down Inception at a Redbox. We watched the movie while the fire burned then went to bed and cuddled.
Being all cozy and warm and tucked in made me glad for the simple things - my {crazy} family - black paint and all.
Top left corner has one of the drink spots
Top left corner has one of the drink spots
