On July 3rd, a local weather system decided to celebrate the holiday weekend with it's own brand of fireworks. We got a moderately intense thunderstorm with extremely intense rain (three-quarters of an inch of rain in about an hour). Fortunately M1 still isn't too bothered by storms - he loves watching hail and on Sunday he even exclaimed, "The thunder goes ding ding!"
But since that deluge didn't succeed in cleaning our car, we decided to introduce M1 to the joys of car-washing. Unfortunately, we started by forgetting about the joys of "I pour it out!"
He apparently determined that the suds should be carried over to the car on top of the sponge (as if it were an artist's palette) and then gently applied to the car by hand. And when that got boring, M1 decided that applying the suds to my front made a nice change.
Eventually, he did get the general idea.
This morning, HB and I were chatting together over our coffee, when suddenly M1 came to the top of the stairs and announced, "I took off the mattwess!"
HB and I looked at each other. We could tell that each was filing this statement under, "Deeply Suspicious."
We cautiously went to his room and looked in. Sure enough, the whole bed has been stripped.
Being mature, responsible parents, we of course collapsed laughing. Meanwhile, M1 toddles past us with the sheet and says, "It's dirty. Gonna put it inna basket."
Into the laundry basket it goes. Don't I have a helpful munchkin? Everybody should have one - you'll discover chores you didn't even know existed.
Today's library reading time was aborted due to a fussy M2, so the kids got to go to visit their Nana and Papa instead. After we got back to our house, I discovered that M1's right ear was bright red and about twice normal size. (Obviously he must get that from me.)
While we waited for the pediatrician to get back to us, we applied some generic Benadryl cream, in case it was a bug bite. After a phone conversation with the nurse (wherein we determined that a bug bite was probably most likely, but we're still not entirely certain), we dosed him with some oral antihistamines and topical hydrocortisone cream.
I immediately put away the antihistamine syrup and dropper because it was sticky. As I am returning, I hear little toddler babblings of "Gonna make it better."
This is quite ominous.
Uh oh. I've left the hydrocortisone out.
M1 promptly got himself hauled upstairs where he and I jointly discovered that a cream-covered toddler has very little friction. He started making a game of pulling out of my grip. This quickly led to an object lesson in a corollary to Newton's Third Law:
When body (e.g. Mommy's grip) upon which a force is being exerted suddenly disappears from the equation, the counteracting force also abruptly ceases. Should the other body (e.g. the toddler) continue to apply the first force, this force must act upon whatever body still remains (e.g. the toddler).Physics lessons still did not prevent the inevitable bath.