Bad, Bad Baby Part Deux

Maybe this post should be titled, "Stupid, Stupid Mommy."

So after a minor medical procedure I slept all day.  Then I was awake most of the night so I did what all night owls do, I sewed.  Did I mention I have a brand new sewing machine?  She's a beauty.   I have a pretty big pile of costumes to conquer and I was really into it so next thing I knew, it was 4:30 a.m. 

Since The Littles are unsympathetic to my lack of sleep, I quickly tidied up and went to bed.  But I neglected two things;  first, I did not put the cover on the machine.  I always, always cover it so that it's beauty doesn't entice little fingers.  Secondly, I left a black sharpie out.  All I can say by way of excuse is that I was still not quite in my right mind.  I have never, never left a sharpie out and have delivered plenty of lectures on same.

I thought I never let him out of my sight this morning.  But it probably only took 30 seconds:

He was thoughtful about it -- he carefully hit all the buttons most of the places that were already written on.

You gotta admire his fine motor control hitting those buttons.

I did manage to clean off the stitch selection window with a glasses cleaner. 

Hey Mom, I know I let Jason draw on your quilt with markers when he was 2-1/2, but can you please call off the curse?  I thought we were even when Sunshine wrote "Sisssssy" on my bedroom carpet in foot high letters!

Paranoid Mommy Finds a Cure

I admit it, I hate taking "the Littles" to the doctor.  Don't get me wrong, I love Dr. Azuma.  She is the greatest.  It's just that every time we go, someone gets sick two days later.  I can set my watch by it -- or my calendar, anyway.

Today was "the Blitz" 18-month well check.   Our doctor has a "well-child" waiting area, which I appreciate, but then we all go into the same exam rooms.  Having burned through all our entertainment in the waiting room, I was hatching a new plan for fun when we got into the exam room.  My first thought was how I wished I could scrub the place down before the kids picked up any germs.  Oh, great idea!  I gave Tink and The Blitz two diaper wipes each and let them have at it.  Tink scrubbed the kids table and "her" chair, which was great since she wound up getting in and out of that chair 50 times.  The Blitz mostly held his to his nose and pretended to sneeze, but at least he was touching everything in the room.

Does that mean they won't get sick?  Who knows!  But at least I feel better, right?

PS -- The Blitz has officially overcome any preemie delays, is well and strong.  23 lbs, 25% of height, 30th of weight.  "Growing and developing robustly" is the official verdict.