busy bee...

this is a post i made earlier in the day, when i thought warren was being cute...

i just can't resist. warren is 38 minutes into his "nap", and still chattering. i am positively chortling over his commentary...

"weeshee?" translation: where is she? (asking about me)
followed by:
"...i go find her. where'd mommy go? weeshee?"

"oh no!" translation: no clue...

"bphhhtt" translation: making elephant sounds

!!! i think he just came out of the room...off to re-bed the child. wish me luck...

ummmm, yeah. apparently i didn't get too many good luck wishes. i "re-bedded" the child, all seemed well, and i headed off to shower. well, well, well...guess what I discovered upon exiting the shower?

pre-shower train track:
post-shower train track:
pre-shower broom closet/laundry room:
post-shower broom closet/laundry room:
my new maid:


as you can see, my househelp isn't quite what i had in mind when i think of "help"...he rather enjoys making messes faster than i can keep up!

sigh. so i re-bedded him - again - and went to dry my hair. heard loud banging from warren's room upon completing said drying, went to investigate. pushed the door open rapidly, and OH NO!!! right into babyman (a.k.a., the child, wild one, warren)! oh the tears! oh the cuddles! oh the apologies! i felt sooooo bad! so ikissed his nose (hurt, mommy, hurt), and then his feet (hurt mommy, hurt)since apparently the doorknob caught the side of his nose and the bottom of the door scraped his feet (i know, i know)...and laid him back down on his pillow after about 10 minutes of snuggle time. poor booger.

and yes - now, an hour and a half (2??) later than that initial (now revised) post, babyman is sleeping soundly. and he's amusing me again with his snores. busy bee, indeed...