Hen wanted Ham. (which he saw when I put my lunch together.) Sure, no problem. I hand him a slice.
Hen wanted a banana. (which was meant for my lunch and was in route to my purse.) I said no since he had neither eaten the cereal nor the ham.
Hen went boneless in his highchair. Hen screamed. Hen threw his cereal. Hen threw his ham.
Hen got a time out and a slap on the hand. Hen cried like he has never cried before.
When Hen felt a little better he wondered from time out into his room and spied his monkey bank. He has just learned how the change goes in.
He felt like he should maybe try it out again this am. So, did I have any spare change?? I said no.
Hen went boneless and fell over into a sobbing mess. I guess I should admit here that I rolled my eyes... just a little.
I got Hen dressed while he lay on the floor face down sobbing that his life was ruined. I didn't even know I had the skill... dressing an upside down toddler. But dressed he got. Even socks.
I found Hen's shoes and put one on. It was one of his train shoes... the ones that blink. Then, in a bought of stupidity, I decided his heavy, brown insulated shoes would be a better choice since it is the first coldest day of our lives. And I removed the one train shoe.... the very same one that blinks.
Hen goes boneless again. He grabs the shoe which I have just removed from his foot. Hugging it to his chest he falls out of his bear chair. He looked like liquid as he slides straight out of it and puddles onto the floor. Oh geez... pick my fights right? I decide that it doesn't matter which shoes he wears. He will only be outside for a matter of seconds anyway, and in a vain attempt to right this situation I put the shoe back on his feet while saying nice, mommy soothing things like.. 'it's okay, look, mommy's put it back on'. You get the idea.
Hen sniffs and the tears slow. We are back on track!! : ) HA! So, We head out to the living room to put on our coats and pack our bags. That's when Hen runs straight into the wall, smashes his hand, and begins to wail. Now, I have never seen this many tears come out of any one source. Let alone my boy. So, like any mommy would, I get down on the floor and pick him up. I rock him back and forth in an attempt to sooth my little bean. I sprinkle our "good day dust" on him and kiss his face. And he spies his pink blanket. The soft one that makes bad days go away. And he cuddles up in it. And we seems to be getting better. The sobs are now just 'snuffa' 'snuffa's'.
I gather up our coats. Hen will only put his arm through while holding the pink blanket. Yeah. This isn't going to work. Before I know it he is rolling on the floor, howling in tears, pink blanket wrapped around him, coat half on, coat half off. SIgh. Somehow he ends up in the coat. I dont know how... I won't lie. At this point i dont know if we are even going to make it out the door today! I gather up our stuff and decide my next course of action is to take our stuff out to the car and then come back for Hen, and that is what I do.
I deposit all the lunches, bags, gear, toys and blankets on the front seat of the car. (yeah, think pack mule and you've got the right idea on how much stuff we need to head out.) I head back for the house and as I turn the knob and push on the door I know I have made a tragic mistake. "Whoof." That's the sound I hear. "Whoof." Followed by, yes, you guessed it... wailing. Seems that Hen was stuck up on the house door and I have now thrown him off balance. He is now lying flat on the floor, arms akimbo. I guess he thought I was going without him. To make it worse, I can see his milk bottle is spinning in the middle of the living room floor. Ahh. geez. Mommy of the day award goes to...... drum roll! NOT ME!!!! I squeeze inside, step over his fallen form and gather him up. Poor guy. We agree that this is quite possibly the worse day ever.