Yesterday I was officially woken up five times…
- First: Milo went nuts when Kaleb came into the bedroom… again.
- Second: Kaleb slapped me in the face… again. Of course this led to me sending him back to his own bed.
- Third: Kaleb started singing Old McDonald Had a Farm in my ear… once again he is told to go back to bed.
- Fourth: Kaleb tapping me in the middle of my forehead asking for Disney Jr. Go back to bed!
- Fifth: Kaleb licked my foot… Aaaaannnnd that does it.
This took place between 4 and 7. Everyone else is still sleeping peacefully – why am I being licked on the foot by a 5 year old? A 5 year old, by the way, who got suspended from school Friday. Seriously. I’m still not even sure how to deal with that – my brain is refusing to accept it. My little trouble maker, who I found sticking stickers to my good bookshelf and coloring on the walls with crayon when I kicked myself out of bed yesterday morning. Why??? Why would you do such a thing? Hmmm to drive Mommy crazy maybe? Probably. Of course Mason was not sleeping peacefully after the battle that occurred when I discovered the coloring culprit.
Our neighborhood had their annual Christmas Toy Parade yesterday. We live around a lot of pilots, so the parade is basically like an airshow. I thought Mason was going to go out of his mind. Clapping, yelling, pointing, jumping up and down, and actually using his sign language appropriately for the first time in forever to sign for “more”. One of the pilots actually saw him freaking out and came over after he landed to say he saw Mason cheering from the sky. Of course, the guy wasn’t in a plane so Mason couldn’t have cared less who he was or what he wanted. But I thought it was cool.
On another note – I found something this morning that is too cool for words! It’s a train ride about an hour from here to the “North Pole” where Santa hops on board after hot chocolate and cookies (and no, it’s not a Polar Express ride – they’re all sold out). Mason loves trains. And cars, and airplanes, and anything else that moves. Taking him on a train – he would lose his mind. Seriously, his skull would open up and his brain would jump out and do omg omg omg dances. I’m so excited about this I’m even dancing – and trust me, it’s not pretty when I dance. Therefore, I don’t do it lightly.
So, as I sit here waiting with baited breath for Daddy to wake up so I can show him the coolest Christmas adventure ever, Kaleb decided his car is broken and he needs to borrow mine (uhhhm no). Then he wanted me to draw a bulldozer – he clearly forgot once again how terrible I am at drawing, and is now freaking out because I didn’t draw it right (do I even have to say ‘I told you so’?). Mason keeps trying to shush him because Mickey Mouse Clubhouse is all about trains and Mason has no interest in listening to Kaleb yell over the sound of a choo-choo. Of course this only makes Kaleb scream louder. Once I managed to quiet them both down, Mason takes another ornament off the tree (because I really didn’t want the tree to be decorated this year kid, please take all of the ornaments, they are only there to amuse you). Kaleb knocks him down to get it back, Mason screams… chaos ensues… I really need to teach myself not to go to the bathroom when they’re awake. It never ends well.
I’m off to jump in the middle of my family room war zone before the tug of war occurring over a dog toy gets out of control. *Sigh*