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May 29, 2012

A piece of

quiet was my gift from Nick today. After our trip to the pool and just as I was about to hop into the shower, he asked me if I would like that. What mom or dad wouldn't? I said, "Yes," quite eagerly and took my shower with an amazing amount of peace and quiet.  Actually, too amazing.

I heard peals of laughter and screams as I stepped out of the shower and frantically tried to get dressed as I had a sneaking suspicion Nick was up to something. I envisioned it just before Kelsey ran upstairs to tell me about it: Nick had decided to forego underwear or clothing of any kind (he might have put on boots) and had gone outside to play.  This was extraordinarily entertaining for the neighbors, mortifying for Kelsey and, in the end, I was merely mildly amused.  After all, I had my quiet shower.

Later on this evening, I again noticed a calm about the house.  Nick had been happily playing in the living room and waiting on me to run an errand.  Suddenly, it was just too quiet.  I glanced out the living room window and there he was:  atop the "little car" talking to himself and waving his lightsaber around.

I started to stress about this newfound hobby then realized I needed to thank my lucky stars as: 

  • he clearly is agile and has fantastic balance
  • his is very self-entertaining
  • he is very outgoing and not too worried about what others think
  • he has not yet once made me call poison control or whip out a bottle of syrup of Ipecac

I know for a fact one of Nick's parental units put her mother through the ringer.  From falling on her face (time after time after time) to eating yew berries and Renuzit* (yes, the bathroom air freshener...which was the exact same color as a blue raspberry Mr. Misty from the Dairy Queen), she kept her mother on her toes.  Everything in her childhood home was plastered with a Mr. Yuck sticker as otherwise it was fair game for this child whose ability to confound her mother knew no bounds. Yep, I'll take a little nudity in the neighborhood over having poison control on speed dial any day (and now I'm hoping I didn't jinx myself)....

 

*Out of sheer curiousity, I just Googled "child ate a renuzit" and it is apparently quite a popular search.  At least I wasn't the only one?

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Oh you make me laugh about the Renuzit and the Mr Misty!
Thanks for that. Love your writing :)

quiet was my gift from Nick today. After our trip to the pool and just as I was about to hop into the shower, he asked me if I would like that. What mom or dad wouldn't? I said, "Yes," quite eagerly and took my shower with an amazing amount of peace and quiet. Actually, too amazing.

I envisioned it just before Kelsey ran upstairs to tell me about it: Nick had decided to forego underwear or clothing of any kind (he might have put on boots) and had gone outside to play. This was extraordinarily entertaining for the neighbors, mortifying for Kelsey and, in the end, I was merely mildly amused. After all, I had my quiet shower.

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