Today I was feeling like the house was overwhelmingly messy. My effort to find Alekisio a preschool combined with wanting to let him get his endless energy out has resulted in us not being home lately to clean. Today I finally got Isabelle down for a nap and decided to put Alekisio outside with his favorite new box and some paint. This box was from our new toilet and because a toilet is so heavy it's made of really sturdy cardboard. I cut holes for windows and some slots in the "doors" so he can close them all the way. I put an old sheet down and let him go at it while I cleaned the kitchen. I could see him out of the little side window in the kitchen but I also checked on him every few minutes. He was doing well until he got paint on his hands. Sidenote: For a little boy who is so mischievious he does not like to be dirty. He gets up to wash his face after every bite of pasta! Weird, I know. Aisea calls him Mr. Monk.
Anyway I told him he was done if he was going to start washing his hands then he was finished. Of course he would rather wash his hands, so I had to make him stay out there. I checked on him a few more times and then the last time I waited about five minutes and it had gone from this
to painting without a brush
after which he snuck into the house to wash his hands so there was paint dripped along the floor, on the wall, and all over the sink, so I made him go back outside still covered in paint. He must have been really mad because this is what came next
What you don't see is the paint in the grass, splattered all over the floor, and sprayed on the lanai doors. AAAAAAAHHHHH. I thought I was going to explode so this was a good test of my patience. I made him stay outside while I finished the dishes, which was a huge punishment because he was covered in paint and started screaming, "Mommy my chin." It was covered in paint and must have felt weird because he was really upset about it. After I brought in the sheet and cleaned up the paint and brushes he had to clean the walls.
But of course since I hadn't let him wash up yet he washed himself first
After the whole process of getting Isabelle asleep, laying out his paint area, and mixing his paints for him, I think his favorite part was when I showered him clean afterward!
Anyway I told him he was done if he was going to start washing his hands then he was finished. Of course he would rather wash his hands, so I had to make him stay out there. I checked on him a few more times and then the last time I waited about five minutes and it had gone from this
to painting without a brush
after which he snuck into the house to wash his hands so there was paint dripped along the floor, on the wall, and all over the sink, so I made him go back outside still covered in paint. He must have been really mad because this is what came next
What you don't see is the paint in the grass, splattered all over the floor, and sprayed on the lanai doors. AAAAAAAHHHHH. I thought I was going to explode so this was a good test of my patience. I made him stay outside while I finished the dishes, which was a huge punishment because he was covered in paint and started screaming, "Mommy my chin." It was covered in paint and must have felt weird because he was really upset about it. After I brought in the sheet and cleaned up the paint and brushes he had to clean the walls.
But of course since I hadn't let him wash up yet he washed himself first
After the whole process of getting Isabelle asleep, laying out his paint area, and mixing his paints for him, I think his favorite part was when I showered him clean afterward!
2 comments:
Ha Ha, that is hilarious!
oh what drama! kids will be kids, eh?
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