Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Collision Averted?

I was the victim of a colossal collision.  Two moods were vying for precedence on Saturday.  Things were going wrong all over the place.  And then things were oh so right.  I wasn't quite sure which to give in and let take over my day.

As I was making breakfast Saturday morning, Keith walked into the kitchen with something in his hand.

"Mommy, I have a surprise for you."
"What is it Keith?"
"Its a rock."

But just the thoughtfulness made me so happy.  My little boy is bringing me gifts.  A rite of motherhood, I think.

I had to wake him up from his nap so we could go to a friend's birthday party.  As we were in the car driving, I heard the most delightful song in the world.  Keith was singing his heart out to a song he made up.  When he finished, he said, "I sang that song for you, Mommy.  I made it up for you."

We got there super late, things were just going wrong all over the place, and then the icing on the cake.  I bent over to get Faye out of her carseat, and felt a slight tug on the seat of my pants.  I didn't think much of it.  Later that night my friend pulled me to the side and whispered that I had a hole in my pants.

"I see London, I see France, I see Amy's underpants."

My hands felt for the hole, fully expecting it to be slight.  And then much to my mortification, I felt a big gaping hole the size of Texas.  And you know everything is bigger in Texas, right?  Luckily she let me borrow a pair of her pants, but the damage had been done.  I am not sure how long it had been like that, nor am I sure how many people got to see more than they wanted to.

That night we gave Keith a bath.  I wrapped a towel around his shoulders and hurried him to his room.  As I knelt down to diaper him, I noticed an earwax blockade in his ears.  I jumped up and rushed to the bathroom to grab a q-tip.  When I got back Keith was standing, pointing to a spot on the ground and said, "I peeped, Mommy.  I peeped on the floor."  So much for potty training.  He quite obviously doesn't have control over his bladder just yet. 


*Sigh*  One of these days I will get the hang of this thing called life.

6 comments:

Sue said...

How old is Keith again? I've forgotten.

And how cute that he was singing his heart out for you!

=)

ConfessionsofaPTOMom said...

If you get the hang of it, bottle it and sell it. You'll be rich! And I'll buy a case.

By the way, I'm an Amy, too.

Emmy said...

When you do let the rest of us know how too.

You are doing great. And yeah potty training just sucks :)

Familia Morales said...

I get weeds from my kids...ever seen weeds in a vase?

I've potty-trained #1, and am working on #2 and have found out that carpet cleaner can be a mom's best friend!

Love the picture of Keith, he's an adorable little boy.

Serline said...

But he already has the look that says he will defy all odds to make his mark in the world...

Chantel said...

Potty training has been the most frustating thing I have ever done. I hate it.