"Listen," I said. "This door needs to be closed so I can watch your brother, so in or out buddy. Make up your mind now." He followed me in and shut the door. I wasn't thrilled with my audience, but the situation was getting urgent. I sat down and the boys stood at the tub and threw all the bath toys into it. T was using all his might and the sound of the hard plastic hitting the enameled tub ricocheted around the room. I hollered at him to stop, he was assessing his chances of getting away with continuing, C was howling like a little wolf just to hear his voice echo, I realized that just gone 8am was way too early to feel this defeated, and suddenly Z burst into the room.
"Boys!" he bellowed. "Your mother needs some privacy to poop! Come on, let's get out of here!" People, I have never loved him as much as I did in that moment. I hope that each and every one of you find someone who will remove small children from your bathroom so you may poop in peace. Yes, I like you guys that much.
Sweet C loves Mommy's new pedicure. Thanks J, for picking out the awesome color-can't tell here but it is a deep blue that shimmers.
And yes, that is one hell of a scratch on the side of his face. You'll have to ask his brother how he got it. With that, his split lip (tragic fall off of a chair he was climbing), and a fresh abrasion on his arm from the waiting room his doc was making Child Protective Service jokes yesterday. Kind of the last person you want going there, but so far no one has shown up at our door demanding to see that our kids are ok....
Best apron ever. It is so faded, I used it for years in kitchens in NYC. No boring white apron for me! And thanks to the lovely B for giving it to me about a decade ago.
My sous chef this fine morning.
The other sous chef helping to peel the apples.