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Tuesday, December 13, 2016

The Elves are Fake...

About a week ago, I told Josh the elves are fake. Again, he didn't believe me. This is what he said through giggles and disbelief: "No they aren't. Can you imagine? Can you imagine if they were fake and you were the one that moved them at night? That would be horrible!" He's 9 years old. Sweet as can be. Innocence as no other. And madly obsessed with his beloved elves. He wishes they could be his brother and sister.

Groot, the Elf Eater!

Groot ate the baby elf this morning. Yep! That idiot pooch snatched one of the twins from Joshua's bed and took it to the Christmas tree. He ate the baby's neck collar and pulled off its elf cap. That's what we call a "Bah Humbug" dog! Twinkle probably flipped out. We think she might keep the twins at the North Pole from now on, away from out crazy, sock eating (and apparently elf eating) Jackapoo!

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Soapy Sunday :: Update.

Oh boy!! Let me just say we had a MAJOR Soapy Sunday recurrence a bit ago! Joshua decided to help himself to an ice cream sandwich... not something we usually have in the house, so I didn't expect what would happen afterwards. Anyway, the Sensory Child that he is couldn't handle the chocolate that was stuck to his fingers when he was done. He is not one that can tolerate licking the leftovers from his fingers either, so he once again helped himself to the bathroom sink where he lathered, skipped the rinse, lathered again, and so on and so forth. LOL! Only this time it wasn't so funny. Mommy (me) didn't know he was trying to wash his hands again. So after what I imagine was a considerable amount of time, he came out to me crying his little eyes out, covered once again in thick white, sublock looking soap. This time it was mixed with chocolate goo and he had it all in his eyes!!! This silly independent child. :( My heart sank, and I rushed him right to the bathtub to clean him off and flush out his eye. I wasn't even sure how he managed to get his eye so caked with soap, but then he showed me how he was trying to wipe his nose with his arm... an arm completely lathered up with soap! Now I was freaking out because I already worry about his vision because of his ROP surgery, but the label on the soap didn't warn of anything scary so I calmed down quickly. But this is what I saw when I went into the master bath to look for the soap label!!!!


Notice how it's dripping down the counter top, and the mess he made! It was also all over the bathroom floor and cabinets and his crayon table chair. Hahaha. Ohhh, the life of a little explorer. :)

After flushing his eye, crying many tears, and giving many hugs, we finally calmed down and Josh started to get a bit better. His poor eye was sooo red though. We went into the Soapy Sunday bathroom to assess the situation. There was just so much soap everywhere. I didn't know where to begin the cleanup, so I asked Joshua,"What am I supposed to do with this?" And he said, "Get a napkin, Mom. Or a toilet paper." Haha. If only it were that simple. ;)


There was still some lingering tear dropplets in his eyes here, and his left eye was completely blood shot, but my crappy camera phone doesn't show it.

Mr. Independence :: Soapy Sunday.

This morning was a very "cause and effect" type of morning. I walked into the bathroom and Joshua (a.k.a. Mr. Independence) was at the sink, on his blue crayola crayon chair, and he was - for lack of a better way to explain this - washing his hands. Mind you, he wasn't using any water. Hahaha. Yes, this was intentional. It wasn't because he didn't know you use water to wash your hands. It began because he didn't think he was strong enough to turn on the faucet. And then it spiraled into the grand idea of spreading soap all over his hands, forearms and even up passed his elbows to his biceps. He lathered and lathered and lathered the soap, squirting continuous rounds of Black Raspberry & Vanilla Softsoap into his hands and repeating. The stuff got to be so thick it was just a solid layer of thick, white paste. LOL!! When I came into the bathroom he told me, with quite an expression of excitement, "Look, Mom, it's like sunblock! I'm going to the beach!" Hahahahahaha. I'm dying right now. It's hard to be mad at kid who was really just performing his own early morning science experiment. Especially when his enthusiasm is so precious. But he surely didn't anticipate the cleaning aspect of his project. I had to tug the entirety of both of his arms, almost to his shoulders, under the faucet water to clean this stuff off. And with his Sensory Processing issues, the conclusion to this fun time wasn't as great as he had thought it would be. Poor kid. LOL.

(I wish I had an empty camera chip to capture this on picture, but I didn't. :( That's what you get when you are an image hoarder and just can't bear to dispose of a single picture.)