It was a glorious week all told. Much cousin fun and rowdy outdoor play. But we did have two interesting moments that I can actually remember.
Sweet Boy #2 locked Sweet Boy #3 in their bedroom alone. He isn’t old enough to know how to unlock it and just stood on the other side murmuring “Ma ma? Ma ma?” while I hacked away at that teeny little hole in the other side of the doorknob that is supposed to allow you to unlock it. It doesn’t. Well the hunky hubby was gone and so were the neighbors and so I ended up taking the entire doorknob off in order to free my little jail bird. I found him sitting forlornly on his brother’s top bunk, staring at the door waiting for me.
The story of our life in the winter seems to primarily be made up of putting on snow clothes, some days it only takes twenty minutes. Those are the blinding fast days when no one has to poop and no one dumps baking ingredients anywhere while I am tugging gloves on the other boys. But I actually glanced at the clock as we began our snow apparel routine on one of “Those days” the days where every conceivable time delay occurs. I kid you not. It took a full 90 minutes to get snow clothes onto my three small boys, and I don’t think we actually stayed outside 90 minutes once we finally got there. No wonder I never get anything done!