More Messes…

I entered the boys’ room Sunday morning to prepare them for church and found my son standing on top the wash. machine with a huge mess everywhere.  I had placed our cleaning products on top the wardrobe and on the top shelf of the cupboard (as high as you can get in the laundry room), but he still had managed to reach the products and had poured the bleach, Borax, and Oxyclean all over the floor, washing machine, sink, etc…  What a mess!  I didn’t get it all cleaned until the following day since Sunday was of course a very busy day.

The boys have also figured out how to undue the “hook ‘n eye” locks we have on their doors.  They juggle it long and hard enough until the hooks pop out.  Not cool since that means, I can’t keep them in their room, in the family room, out of the food pantry, out of the bathrooms, etc… if they want.  Boys!!!

Vexation!

I never knew that poop would become such a normality in our home.  Not to gross you too much, but I have discovered that being a mom to three little boys is synonomous with poopy messes.  Yesterday, I was completely grossed out to discover (when I checked on the boys during their potty time) that they had snuck a shovel to the potty with them and were shoveling their poop as if it was mud.  I caught them writing in the poop too.  What next will they think of?!!!  Amazingly, I finally got everything cleaned up but decided to toss the shovel.  I figured it was too gross and germy to attempt to clean and resuse it.

Toilet Brush Bath

Yesterday, I stepped out on our front porch to say good bye to our babysitter while our boys were sitting on their potties.  I came back inside to find water on the floor, my Bath & Body Works’ lotion on the toilet seat and in the toilet, and Drew waving the toilet bowl brush around.  His head was wet and what the boys proudly told me was that Drew had “washed” his hair with the toilet brush, toilet water, and my lotion.  What will they think of next?!!

Constructive Creativity

Yesterday, I decided to let the kids make “constructive messes.”  I got out the paint, paper plates, aprons, and sponges.  I set the boys up in the kitchen on the stools and let them have fun painting with sponges on construction paper.  Later, I got out markers and had them trace alphabet letters for school.  They seemed to enjoy these activities, and it helped keep them from making other type of “messes.”

Madness!

Yesterday was another of those days, and today hasn’t been too different…!  While I was nursing the baby in my bedroom, I could hear some noise from the boys’ bedroom.  I hoped they were just getting their books out to read.  (We have only hard-back books for them to read so that they don’t rip pages, which they’ve been known to do.)  As soon as I was able to get to them, I opened their door and knew that trouble had occurred.  I could smell the strong smell of some type of detergent or shampoo.  I found Will standing on top of the washing machine.  He had scaled our gate — not an easy kind to climb over since it has only vertical slats.  He was standing on top of the washing machine with a huge mess at his feet.  He had unrolled an entire roll of paper towels and mixed in with them was an entire new bottle of baby wash/shampoo, which I had bought to replace another bottle he had dumped month(s) earlier.  Mixed in with that mess were Q-tips, cotton balls, Desitin, Vaseline, and medicine containers.  Thankfully, he hadn’t eaten the medicine — just managed to pull them out of boxes.  Glad for child-proof caps!  The Desitin was smeared all over the rocking chair and cushions.  The baby wash/shampoo was dumped all over the washing machine, changing pad, rocking chair, floor, paper towels, and sink.  What a huge mess!  It took me awhile to clean it up.  I rearranged my laundry room so that everything is on top of the wardrobe, minus diapers and toilet paper in the cupboard above the washing machine.  So, he could still make a mess if he decides to unroll all those toilet paper rolls, but at least he can’t hurt himself as he could with medicines, shampoos, Desitin, and laundry cleaning products.

During nap time, Drew made his own mess.  I heard noise when he was supposed to be napping so I checked on him and found this mess: he had taken a picture off the wall (one I got for our anniversary this year from my mother-in-law), ripped the backing off and then ripped the picture to shreds.  I found him trying to rehang just the glass part and frame.  Ugh!

During Will’s nap time, I checked on him and found that he had removed the decorations on the shelf above the crib and dumped them in his bed (“to play with”).

This morning, I went to get the boys up, only to find that they had dumped all their clothes from their dresser onto the floor.  I made them clean it up with many protests on their parts.  Will thought it was a lot of work.  I told him that when he wanted to make a mess again, I hoped he’d remember how much work it is to clean it up because I was only going to make him clean it up each time.

Only A Boy Would Think of This… (Or Maybe Not…)

The other day, my husband returned to check on our eldest after getting our second son ready for bed.  (Eldest son was supposed to be going potty.)  I heard a, “Why is there water on the floor?”

“I was splashing my feet in the water.”  (The water was from the toilet.)  Eldest son was sitting on the little potty and kicking his feet in the big potty at the same time.  Water is water, right?!!!  Uhm…

Brother Folly & Brother Foolish

On Tuesday evening, friends of ours watched our boys so that Jonathan and I could have a date.  We exchange babysitting with them once a month.  We wound up spending the last part of our date night cleaning up a huge mess the boys had made.  Our friends cleaned the majority of it up, and it took them half an hour.  While our boys were supposed to be sleeping, they were quietly running around getting into things.  Our boys had dumped bottles of lotion, bath gel, shampoo, and toothpaste on our friends’ carpet.  They had also gotten into the stash of party favors for their daughter’s birthday party this weekend.   They had eaten the candy and messed up the toys.  Plus, they had pulled out clothes from the closet.   Our friends were just a little shocked by the devastation produced from two little boys.

Cyclone Sons

I had company over the weekend so I didn’t have time to blog (the company was great and much better than blogging).  I wanted to write about my past Thursday though.  When Jonathan came home from work on Thursday, he could only stare at the house.  I heard something like, “What in the world?!!”  The boys had only taken very short naps because we were out all morning and part of the afternoon.  As a result, they were extra hyper.  As I was trying to fix supper, the boys created the following messes:  (I was checking on them every few minutes.)  I kept correcting over one mess, cleaning it up or trying, then going back to the food, and then back again to the boys.  They removed all of the cushions off the LR sofa, pulled all the bedding off the FR daybed and moved that to the LR, tore apart my roses from Jonathan and scattered them across the DR and LR floors, dumped almost all of their toys and books onto the FR floor, emptied our prayer cards all over the FR table, climbed on top of the FR table, got into our end table and took our Bibles apart and some CD’s from their cases, got into our snacks, got into my china spoons, and at the moment I can’t recall what else they got into.  Our downstairs looked like a cyclone had gone through it.

More Messes…

As if the previous messes weren’t enough this morning, the boys emptied their breakfast on the floor and later unscrewed the lids off their sippy cups and spilled the milk all over themselves and some nearby blankets (they’d made play beds on the floor).  Ugh!  Always something with them!!  On the positive side, we kept some messes outside today.  I took the boys to plant glad bulbs and daffodils.  We also cleaned up some gardens — still a lot more to do in that respect, but it was a nice start.  Time to put the boys down for naps…!!!