The last hour...

Sometimes being a mother you just have to laugh! Just when you think that nothing else can happen...that your life cannot get any crazier, it does!

So about 45 minutes ago we came in from playing outside with the neighbors. Ella was hungry, so I sat down to feed her on the couch. This is when I noticed that the couch and five (yes FIVE) pillows were covered in urine! Yep, Grayson must have peed himself during his nap. (how does one manage to get it on five pillows?)

I was not too disturbed by this. Afterall, this is what 2 year olds do.

I get up to move the things off the couch...still trying to feed Ella when I feel something warm dripping down my arm. Yep, she too had decided to dirty me. Awesome!

As she screams (leaving the couch a mess), I head to her room to clean her. I then discover that Grayson had thrown the wipes all over her closet, and subsequently, they had all dried up! Yes, I was wipe-less with a dirty little girl!

To the master bath we went.

In route I asked Grayson to join me there. As politely and as mature as he could be he said, "No thank you Mommy, I am busy with something you cannot see." Wonderful I thought, but there was poop dripping down my arm.

I took care of Ella quickly and rushed back to the kitchen to discover Grayson naked on the kitchen counter with a banana in one hand and M&Ms in the other. Once again, in a real matter of fact manner he says, "I didn't ask...I know...I know you are angry Mommy, but I wanted a snack...Okay, Mommy? Okay?"

I just looked at him there naked on my counter and watched as he opened the M&Ms and began to pee on my stove! (Who wants dinner at my house?) I was too flabbergasted to speak, and in shock, I almost dropped Ella! He said, "Sorry, Mommy...didn't mean...sorry."

I calmly walked over to the counter and lowered him to the floor, and I watched as his naked self went to his room proclaiming the entire way, "I just need some Scooby Doo underwear...just Scooby Doo!"

I began to clean.

I had laid Ella on a blanket on the floor (not a smart move), so when she began to cry when I was cleaning Grayson simply went and picked her up! Before I could get there, he was running with her across the living room (her feet dragging the floor) telling me to get her some milk.

I snatch Ella from him and head to my bedroom to sit and feed her. He says that he is going to watch t.v. (Who believes he was really going to watch t.v.?) Surely I will not be interrupted this time! However, less than two minutes later I Grayson walks in with his underwear off and tries to climb in the bed with me. Something did not seem right about his wanting to get in my bed so I asked what he needed. He said (as he sat on my pillow I must add), "I pooped, and I need you to wipe me."

I screamed, "What?" And, as I jumped up, I guess I started Ella because she spit up everything she had just eaten! Grayson had started running back to his bathroom...and I was in hot pursuit...However, I was sidetracked by the trail of poop from my room to his bathroom...I simply could not believe it!

Yet, the bathroom would prove to be much more shocking! There was poop everywhere!
I turned the tub on an put him in. I grabbed his dirty Scooby Doo underwear, the rug he had squished it all in and ran to grab some cleaner.

This story could continue...There was then a startling episode in the bath as Grayson pulled down the shower curtain, a scared cat hissing, a neighbor's we dog running through the house, someone knowing at the door wanting needing some help outside...I finally just gave up and started laughing...and writing!

Being a mother is the most incredible job in the entire world. Nothing can compare! :) Even during hours like this I know how blessed I am, and I cherish even these times! I know they will not last long.

Ella is now a month old...it seems so hard to believe. I wish time would stand still...I already miss hours like these.