Woke up in the night to Ammon coughing and gasping for air. Ran into his room and made sure he was alright. Decided to bring him back to our bed to sleep with us in case it happened again. Didn't get any sleep, but did get Ammon pressing his face against mine and hugging my neck, so I didn't mind.
Had a wrestling match with Ammon. Pinned him to the ground with my legs. All just to wipe his snotty nose.
Went to empty the dishwasher. Discovered Ammon had put his dirty bowl that had dry cereal in it onto the rack. Shredded Mini Wheat were everywhere, but I told him he was a good helper and he replied with a "yeah".
Ammon tried to feed Chance his food. I allow the dogs to eat it off the floor and such, but with Ammon giving it right to him he was starting to take food from Ammon thinking it was free game. So as soon as I saw Ammon put it on the floor in front of Chance and Chance took it I went over laid that dog out (that weighs as much as me) opened his mouth, reached down his throat, (I could see the food cause he had tried to swallow it whole and didn't succeed) pulled it out and threw it away. That's right. I'm hard core. Don't mess with me.
Roger called and told me we were going on a road trip this weekend. He had a job interview in St. George, 5 hours away. So I got everything packed and ready to go with much "help" from the kids. I remembered to pack everything, except my clothes. He got the offer, but the job ended up being one of those door to door salesmen people, so he turned it down. Oh well, at least we got to spend the weekend with family instead of the original plan of cleaning house.
While we were down in St. George we went hiking on the red cliffs. We discovered Kole has a fear of heights. He screamed the whole time. Everyone on the hills nearby were staring at us like they were in decision to call child services because we must have been torturing that poor child. It was a fun family outing for sure.
We got back home last night and just put the sleeping kids right into their beds. Abby woke up with a bad dream about some bad person taking a kid. I got her to go back to sleep and have since been feeling very sick and faint, don't know how much of that cleaning I'll be able to get done.
Kole cleaned up toys and books. Ammon then dumped all the books back onto the floor. Kole came into the room crying because he had a lunch bag stuck on his head. Ammon is sitting next to me singing.
Ammon was kind enough to escort me to the bathroom, so I taught him how to play with the empty toilet paper roll. He then stood on the stool and copied me as I washed my hands and even tried to copy my whistling. Yes, I whistle a lot.
Kole was using the bathroom and came out telling me he needed a band aid. His thumb was gushing blood. We went back to the bathroom to wash it and get him a band aid and I walked in to find Roger's face razor on the floor surrounded in blood. We got everything cleaned up and had a talk about the "little knives" that are on razors and had the "that's why I've told you not to not touch them" talk.
Ammon drank vinegar. He now knows he doesn't like vinegar.
You know those days where you can't handle all the crap you've accumulated and you just go crazy and throw out everything in sight? I do.
Goodbye three bags of trash and 2 bags of toys.
Having my one year old "help" me do dishes makes me want to put a 'Free Toddler' ad in the newspaper.
Having the 'Free Toddler' choke during lunch and having to preform the Heimlich maneuver makes me realize I'm really invested and love this kid so I decided not to put the ad out.
Got the dishwasher powder soap all cleaned up off the kitchen floor... And out of my bra. Not sure how that happened.
Ammon tried to feed Chance his food. I allow the dogs to eat it off the floor and such, but with Ammon giving it right to him he was starting to take food from Ammon thinking it was free game. So as soon as I saw Ammon put it on the floor in front of Chance and Chance took it I went over laid that dog out (that weighs as much as me) opened his mouth, reached down his throat, (I could see the food cause he had tried to swallow it whole and didn't succeed) pulled it out and threw it away. That's right. I'm hard core. Don't mess with me.
Roger called and told me we were going on a road trip this weekend. He had a job interview in St. George, 5 hours away. So I got everything packed and ready to go with much "help" from the kids. I remembered to pack everything, except my clothes. He got the offer, but the job ended up being one of those door to door salesmen people, so he turned it down. Oh well, at least we got to spend the weekend with family instead of the original plan of cleaning house.
While we were down in St. George we went hiking on the red cliffs. We discovered Kole has a fear of heights. He screamed the whole time. Everyone on the hills nearby were staring at us like they were in decision to call child services because we must have been torturing that poor child. It was a fun family outing for sure.
We got back home last night and just put the sleeping kids right into their beds. Abby woke up with a bad dream about some bad person taking a kid. I got her to go back to sleep and have since been feeling very sick and faint, don't know how much of that cleaning I'll be able to get done.
Kole cleaned up toys and books. Ammon then dumped all the books back onto the floor. Kole came into the room crying because he had a lunch bag stuck on his head. Ammon is sitting next to me singing.
Ammon was kind enough to escort me to the bathroom, so I taught him how to play with the empty toilet paper roll. He then stood on the stool and copied me as I washed my hands and even tried to copy my whistling. Yes, I whistle a lot.
Kole was using the bathroom and came out telling me he needed a band aid. His thumb was gushing blood. We went back to the bathroom to wash it and get him a band aid and I walked in to find Roger's face razor on the floor surrounded in blood. We got everything cleaned up and had a talk about the "little knives" that are on razors and had the "that's why I've told you not to not touch them" talk.
Ammon drank vinegar. He now knows he doesn't like vinegar.
You know those days where you can't handle all the crap you've accumulated and you just go crazy and throw out everything in sight? I do.
Goodbye three bags of trash and 2 bags of toys.
Having my one year old "help" me do dishes makes me want to put a 'Free Toddler' ad in the newspaper.
Having the 'Free Toddler' choke during lunch and having to preform the Heimlich maneuver makes me realize I'm really invested and love this kid so I decided not to put the ad out.
Got the dishwasher powder soap all cleaned up off the kitchen floor... And out of my bra. Not sure how that happened.
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