The newest phrase in our home that is beyond overused is "Use your words". An interesting choice while you're trying to teach children that words work far better than the screaming they have come so very accustomed to. I'm enjoying more "please", "more", "sippy", and "eat"'s than I have in quite some time. The words that I haven't however anticipated have been quite prevelent as well.
One morning, Kaeden was walking around yelling the wonderful "s" word over and over and over again. As any good parent would do, I picked my mouth up off the floor and began asking if he was saying the one word I felt was close to his "s" spout off. Sit, Kaeden? Do you want to sit? "NOOO!" and back into the charming banter of his poop word. A few rounds later I picked him up, stating he surely wants to sit with mommy (duh). Pushing past and away from me he again yelled "NOOOO!" and went into his trucker jargan. Frustrated with it all, I said "Kaeden, what are you trying to tell me? I don't get you". ...to the television he runs screaming it--except his h was supposed to be silent and his t was intended to be a d (as in, SID). ...he was requesting his favorite cartoon, Sid the Science Kid.
Probably should teach him a phrase called "Duh Mom".
I have one very proud thing to boast about. After nearly their entire lives of working towards a goal, they've both achieved it. When I ask "Who loves you?" They now respond, in unison "My Mama!". ...ask them who they love (which I haven't trained them) and they respond "My Mama". Note: I'm fully aware that they have no idea what they're saying and that they're totally believing they're answering the first question :P
The grandparents didn't seem so keen on this. ...sorry aboutcha guys, you shoulda started training those bad boys two years ago, haha.
We're working on our abc's and our numbers. I was pleasantly surprised when after an hour of nonstop counting to ten that Kaeden discovered half of his numbers. He knows 1, 2, 3 and 7, 8, 9, 10. I'm thinking that he'll eventually figure out where 4-6 went but if not, hey, he'll go into politics and not accounting, right?
Seriously, I need to get him an agent when his adoption is finalized. He's that wild/crazy/cute.
On small accomplishment levels: Joel climbed up the steps for a bounce house slide today on his own (yay). And Kaeden's adoption date is set--though we're anticipating a continuance. We shall see.
...til next time.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Why Books Will NEVER Have ALL the Answers
I've been reading--and with two toddlers, that time is at a premium. While I'm new to this speed reading concept, I believe without doubt that I'm doing well at it. I used to bring books into the bathroom--but after a few experiences of flooding toilets and ruined books I've learned to leave them on the entertainment center which is typically on my way to the washroom--where I enjoy my three minutes of peace twice a day.
(oh bubble bath, where for art thou?!)
What have I been reading, you wonder? Tales of parents who've made it through having multiples (twins) that were two years old. And--tips of how they did it. (Hoo Ya!) See, Joel and Kaeden are super smart... and someone told me once that I need to be two steps ahead. I'm slow--so I've been two steps behind. Now, I'm armed with a book (comonly known as a trick) up my sleeve. Hah.
I'm reading about disciplining a toddler. I'm reading about how to direct the idea of actions and consequences with toddlers. And--I'm learning about the jealousy factor of having two toddlers (which sort of explains in a weird sort of way why they're so violent towards one another and not towards other children--most of the time). And, it's sort of working. Slow as it seems.
That's not to say the boys aren't pushing their limits at every opportunity. Oh boy are they.
Today... Kaeden decided it would be fun to see how far he was able to strip before his mom became upset and stopped him. Did I mention, it was in a restaurant? No? Yeah... fun stuff. And, when I went to stop him--his naked little butt ran through the restaurant laughing.
Love him.
Joel followed that up in an even more horrific manner. He ran into a parkinglot full of cars while I tried opening our car door. While that is nowhere near funny--running after him had to have been quite comical. Poor Kaeden, poor Kaeden. I had his hand in mine as I ran--which sent him and his little box of chicken nuggets into the air like a kite. Poor kid had no idea what hit him. And, thankfully he didn't hit the gravel the way his chicken nuggets did. After I caught Joel and got him into the car (very calmly snapping on him), Kaeden just looked at me and said "mama, kick in" (momma, chicken).
Sorry kid, your stomach's going to be just as naked as your butt was in the restaurant.
They're SO much fun!!
But truth be told, I have the hope that by summer I'll actually truthfully enjoy all moments with them. I'll relish in the fun, enjoy seeing their happiness, and cherish all that is my children. And, when I come down from the choclate high of tonight I'm sure I'll hit reality and remember that parenthood is the most difficult (albiet fulfilling) job I'll ever experience.
...now, to get some sleep.
(oh bubble bath, where for art thou?!)
What have I been reading, you wonder? Tales of parents who've made it through having multiples (twins) that were two years old. And--tips of how they did it. (Hoo Ya!) See, Joel and Kaeden are super smart... and someone told me once that I need to be two steps ahead. I'm slow--so I've been two steps behind. Now, I'm armed with a book (comonly known as a trick) up my sleeve. Hah.
I'm reading about disciplining a toddler. I'm reading about how to direct the idea of actions and consequences with toddlers. And--I'm learning about the jealousy factor of having two toddlers (which sort of explains in a weird sort of way why they're so violent towards one another and not towards other children--most of the time). And, it's sort of working. Slow as it seems.
That's not to say the boys aren't pushing their limits at every opportunity. Oh boy are they.
Today... Kaeden decided it would be fun to see how far he was able to strip before his mom became upset and stopped him. Did I mention, it was in a restaurant? No? Yeah... fun stuff. And, when I went to stop him--his naked little butt ran through the restaurant laughing.
Love him.
Joel followed that up in an even more horrific manner. He ran into a parkinglot full of cars while I tried opening our car door. While that is nowhere near funny--running after him had to have been quite comical. Poor Kaeden, poor Kaeden. I had his hand in mine as I ran--which sent him and his little box of chicken nuggets into the air like a kite. Poor kid had no idea what hit him. And, thankfully he didn't hit the gravel the way his chicken nuggets did. After I caught Joel and got him into the car (very calmly snapping on him), Kaeden just looked at me and said "mama, kick in" (momma, chicken).
Sorry kid, your stomach's going to be just as naked as your butt was in the restaurant.
They're SO much fun!!
But truth be told, I have the hope that by summer I'll actually truthfully enjoy all moments with them. I'll relish in the fun, enjoy seeing their happiness, and cherish all that is my children. And, when I come down from the choclate high of tonight I'm sure I'll hit reality and remember that parenthood is the most difficult (albiet fulfilling) job I'll ever experience.
...now, to get some sleep.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Watch Out For Flying Debris
Oh the new tricks toddlers discover. Oh those tricks. Watering the carpet, trashing the front room, snow storming the family room, you name it--they do it. So, really, I shouldn't have been shocked at this mornings escapade. Ironically, I was. Yup.
Kaeden's newfound fear is the kitchen. Nothing in particular about the kitchen, but the kitchen itself. Initially we believed it was his fear of the attached laundry room, because the washing machine was something he hadn't expected to be on, which began the shrieks of terror. However, since then he's begun to fear the booster, the food, the table, the microwave, you know, everything that would prevent him from being forced to enjoy a meal as opposed to his choice of walking through the house dropping food everywhere. In toddler style, that is.
When Kaeden decided to follow Joel and I into the kitchen this morning where we were eating breakfast I was a bit surprised and believing stupidly that I, Mrs. #1 Mommy, had convinced Mr. Scardy-kid to enjoy the kitchen. Wasn't until his new "trick" that I realized--he's trying to make all others fear the kitchen as well.
Kaeden has discovered the ability to become a sprinkler. Instead of water, he uses food. Instead of a spicket he's using his mouth. Aka--he's spitting food like a crazed psycho all throughout the kitchen (okay, just on me, but still).
And amazingly enough--when he tells me "no" he understands what it means, right? Why he doesn't "respect" my no, is beyond me--but he definately is choosing to not comprehend it.
So, where exactly does the problem lie? In Kaeden's spitting or in his choice to ignore no? Neither--in mommy's choice to not allow him to destroy the house. Duh. Lesson learned.
Kaeden's newfound fear is the kitchen. Nothing in particular about the kitchen, but the kitchen itself. Initially we believed it was his fear of the attached laundry room, because the washing machine was something he hadn't expected to be on, which began the shrieks of terror. However, since then he's begun to fear the booster, the food, the table, the microwave, you know, everything that would prevent him from being forced to enjoy a meal as opposed to his choice of walking through the house dropping food everywhere. In toddler style, that is.
When Kaeden decided to follow Joel and I into the kitchen this morning where we were eating breakfast I was a bit surprised and believing stupidly that I, Mrs. #1 Mommy, had convinced Mr. Scardy-kid to enjoy the kitchen. Wasn't until his new "trick" that I realized--he's trying to make all others fear the kitchen as well.
Kaeden has discovered the ability to become a sprinkler. Instead of water, he uses food. Instead of a spicket he's using his mouth. Aka--he's spitting food like a crazed psycho all throughout the kitchen (okay, just on me, but still).
And amazingly enough--when he tells me "no" he understands what it means, right? Why he doesn't "respect" my no, is beyond me--but he definately is choosing to not comprehend it.
So, where exactly does the problem lie? In Kaeden's spitting or in his choice to ignore no? Neither--in mommy's choice to not allow him to destroy the house. Duh. Lesson learned.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Potty Training, the New Frontier
Joel is a pistol. I don't know if it's cause he's sick or because he's two, or just simply because he is. But, none the less, he's a pistol. Full of energy and fight. Full of agression and desire for independence. He is. Just simply, he is.
The newest struggle with my beautiful, wonderful, independent two year old is diaper changing. I've heard other parents say they communicated with their child that if the child didn't relax and let them change the diaper that the child would have to go on the potty. Seriously? How does THAT work? (note: I can barely get Joel to tell me if he's hungry without an all out ten minute tantrum). But hey, I'm trying despite it all.
There was a day last week when I faught him litterally on a public bathroom changing table to the point where we together decorated ourselves and the stall with a wonderfully tanish yellow--the "scent" was just an added bonus. Seriously ?!
So, I'm beginning to think it's just quite possible that this little independent fellow would like to begin the potty process. (Lord, please help me now). So, we're beginning any and all encouragement towards the process of excreting fluids and enjoying the air that hits a nekkid body. As in, while he's bathing if the feeling hits and he flows, we praise him for his venture into the pee-ing era. "YAY BIG PEE PEES!" (something that as a late twenty something, left into a life of enjoyment wouldn't dream would be the biggest thing since sliced bread, right?)
Fast forward to this morning... where we have sickies in the bed. Meaning, mommy, daddy, joel and kaeden--who are ALL sick were hanging out in the parental bed. Not a horribly abnormal thing (we do saturday morning wrestling matches in our bed... it's all relative). Joel, however, was seriously full in the diaper area, so I got diapers and decided to change the boys in our room. Joel, after having the freedom of running half nekkid, took off like a bat outta hewl running free (free bird?). Meanwhile, thinking nothing of it, I changed Kaeden. Daddy went to get sippy cups ready and I began psyching myself up for the battle I was going to have with Joel to get a diaper back on his nekkid little rear.
Yeah, it was about that point I realized he was over, on his dad's side of the bed, watering the carpet.
So, I think we've got the point of peeing outside of the diaper mastered. Now, redirecting him to a toilet/potty seat... that's going to be THE challenge, right?
The newest struggle with my beautiful, wonderful, independent two year old is diaper changing. I've heard other parents say they communicated with their child that if the child didn't relax and let them change the diaper that the child would have to go on the potty. Seriously? How does THAT work? (note: I can barely get Joel to tell me if he's hungry without an all out ten minute tantrum). But hey, I'm trying despite it all.
There was a day last week when I faught him litterally on a public bathroom changing table to the point where we together decorated ourselves and the stall with a wonderfully tanish yellow--the "scent" was just an added bonus. Seriously ?!
So, I'm beginning to think it's just quite possible that this little independent fellow would like to begin the potty process. (Lord, please help me now). So, we're beginning any and all encouragement towards the process of excreting fluids and enjoying the air that hits a nekkid body. As in, while he's bathing if the feeling hits and he flows, we praise him for his venture into the pee-ing era. "YAY BIG PEE PEES!" (something that as a late twenty something, left into a life of enjoyment wouldn't dream would be the biggest thing since sliced bread, right?)
Fast forward to this morning... where we have sickies in the bed. Meaning, mommy, daddy, joel and kaeden--who are ALL sick were hanging out in the parental bed. Not a horribly abnormal thing (we do saturday morning wrestling matches in our bed... it's all relative). Joel, however, was seriously full in the diaper area, so I got diapers and decided to change the boys in our room. Joel, after having the freedom of running half nekkid, took off like a bat outta hewl running free (free bird?). Meanwhile, thinking nothing of it, I changed Kaeden. Daddy went to get sippy cups ready and I began psyching myself up for the battle I was going to have with Joel to get a diaper back on his nekkid little rear.
Yeah, it was about that point I realized he was over, on his dad's side of the bed, watering the carpet.
So, I think we've got the point of peeing outside of the diaper mastered. Now, redirecting him to a toilet/potty seat... that's going to be THE challenge, right?
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
It Aint Easy Bein' Green
There is no possible way, in this moment, that I could have ANY level of stank on me. And, the water bill that's coming is going to be insane. Simply put.
As is the norm, the children were bathed. They then went to bed, and I bathed myself. No biggie. The next day, medicine was shot at me--resulting in another shower. Such is life, sick children, that's how it goes. After dealing with an indoor day of "fun" I decided to sneak the boys out (because the world would be so disappointed in me for taking a sick child out of the house?) to McDonald's to get dinner and run a few errands (bank, post office, nothing major). I thought I was being this great mama by giving the boys a Shamrock Shake. As a child, (well more teenager) the Shamrock Shake was one of my most favorite treats.
Joel's ended up on the floor--where he launched it apparently in disappointment that it wasn't his typical and so very exciting vanilla. (Yes, he'd do the same with chocolate--he only likes vanilla, thus far). Kaeden's was still in his arms when we arrived at home, hah.
So, the boys have these shakes, we do the few errands I have to get done, and we headed home. I sat in the driveway talking on my cell phone about something completely unnecessary but simply enjoyed not being in the confines of our home. As I decided to end my call I went to get Kaeden from his carseat. It was there that I discovered his newfound love of the Irish heritage. My little Kaedechaun was COVERED in Shamrock Shake, trying desperately to rub that green mess out of his eyes, smiling like he'd just accomplished a great goal in his world. Indeed, dumping a shake on yourself, in your parents car, without getting yelled at is something that should be applauded, right? Ugh.
Shower/bathing again.
And, yes the water after that mess turned a milky green.
....hysterical.
That night, Joel woke up for the day at 2am. Why? He was coughing. Ugh. Kaeden decided to join the party an hour or two later. ...naptime was at 8am, no lie. We got in a second naptime--which I proudly did NOT participate in (house chores).
And, somehow tonight, after cooking a massively amazing meal, I've managed to destroy my hair yet again. (As in, there's pasta sauce somewhere stuck in there).
Surely this mommy thing is going to get easy one day, isn't it?
As is the norm, the children were bathed. They then went to bed, and I bathed myself. No biggie. The next day, medicine was shot at me--resulting in another shower. Such is life, sick children, that's how it goes. After dealing with an indoor day of "fun" I decided to sneak the boys out (because the world would be so disappointed in me for taking a sick child out of the house?) to McDonald's to get dinner and run a few errands (bank, post office, nothing major). I thought I was being this great mama by giving the boys a Shamrock Shake. As a child, (well more teenager) the Shamrock Shake was one of my most favorite treats.
Joel's ended up on the floor--where he launched it apparently in disappointment that it wasn't his typical and so very exciting vanilla. (Yes, he'd do the same with chocolate--he only likes vanilla, thus far). Kaeden's was still in his arms when we arrived at home, hah.
So, the boys have these shakes, we do the few errands I have to get done, and we headed home. I sat in the driveway talking on my cell phone about something completely unnecessary but simply enjoyed not being in the confines of our home. As I decided to end my call I went to get Kaeden from his carseat. It was there that I discovered his newfound love of the Irish heritage. My little Kaedechaun was COVERED in Shamrock Shake, trying desperately to rub that green mess out of his eyes, smiling like he'd just accomplished a great goal in his world. Indeed, dumping a shake on yourself, in your parents car, without getting yelled at is something that should be applauded, right? Ugh.
Shower/bathing again.
And, yes the water after that mess turned a milky green.
....hysterical.
That night, Joel woke up for the day at 2am. Why? He was coughing. Ugh. Kaeden decided to join the party an hour or two later. ...naptime was at 8am, no lie. We got in a second naptime--which I proudly did NOT participate in (house chores).
And, somehow tonight, after cooking a massively amazing meal, I've managed to destroy my hair yet again. (As in, there's pasta sauce somewhere stuck in there).
Surely this mommy thing is going to get easy one day, isn't it?
Thursday, February 2, 2012
The Artist, soon to be Formerly Known as Kaeden
I asked Kaeden tonight if he was ready to go pee-pee on the potty. He responded "NO!" (not horribly unlike him). When I asked him why, he said "Dipee!". So, one would assume he enjoys the freedom of a diaper--being able to go when he choses, where he choses, and not needing to search for an adult to assist him in getting to a toilet.
This is irony at it's best, for many many reasons. First off, Kaeden LOVES to play with toilets. If he's able to sneak into a bathroom, there's a 98% guarantee that he's going to put something (anything) in the toilet and watch it flush down. I know this because of our defunct toilet that didn't work for two months. After that two month toilet-freeze, we got a plumber who discovered a hotwheels bus. Good times. Also good to know about Kaeden's newfound love of hotwheels.
Another ironic reason he doesn't want to escape the diaper is because of his love of nudity. One would assume that when a child desires so deeply to escape the diaper, pants, shirt, and socks that he *may* be ready to potty train, no? In Kaeden's case, I'm pretty sure it's just a newfound form of parental torture, particularly after using his fecal matter this afternoon to redecorate his crib. (apparently the urine decor needed an accent color?) We've decided his new name (nick name) should be Pablo Dein. Meaning Pablo Picasso mixed with Houdini (dein). ...One day I'll get to the Houdini reference--to include his five point harness, carseat, highchair, and stroller escapes.
Joel, on the other hand, had a pretty good day. He surprised me with discovering a newfound ability to plug a bathtub. Typically while bathing the boys, I'll get one of them out... unplug the tub, and the last kid standing is prevented from drowning as well as destroying the bathroom or their clothes as they run themselves back into the tub after prepping for bedtime (trust me, it's happened). Well, as I was putting Kaed into bed I heard the splashing and playing of a child in a normally filled tub. Wondering why, I went in to get Joel out and spy--at which point I discovered his new bath plug. What plug you say? His butt. Yes, my big bootie'd baby decided to shove his butt cheek onto the hole in the bathtub to prolong his water-play time.
Genius that boy.
Tomorrow we're going to attempt that McDonald's playland again. Pray for my sanity--and that my two days worth of dieting have resulted in enough weight loss not to die when scooting through the tubes so I can beat up some little girl who's trying to steal my baby.
Lord I'm going to be a horrible mother in law.
This is irony at it's best, for many many reasons. First off, Kaeden LOVES to play with toilets. If he's able to sneak into a bathroom, there's a 98% guarantee that he's going to put something (anything) in the toilet and watch it flush down. I know this because of our defunct toilet that didn't work for two months. After that two month toilet-freeze, we got a plumber who discovered a hotwheels bus. Good times. Also good to know about Kaeden's newfound love of hotwheels.
Another ironic reason he doesn't want to escape the diaper is because of his love of nudity. One would assume that when a child desires so deeply to escape the diaper, pants, shirt, and socks that he *may* be ready to potty train, no? In Kaeden's case, I'm pretty sure it's just a newfound form of parental torture, particularly after using his fecal matter this afternoon to redecorate his crib. (apparently the urine decor needed an accent color?) We've decided his new name (nick name) should be Pablo Dein. Meaning Pablo Picasso mixed with Houdini (dein). ...One day I'll get to the Houdini reference--to include his five point harness, carseat, highchair, and stroller escapes.
Joel, on the other hand, had a pretty good day. He surprised me with discovering a newfound ability to plug a bathtub. Typically while bathing the boys, I'll get one of them out... unplug the tub, and the last kid standing is prevented from drowning as well as destroying the bathroom or their clothes as they run themselves back into the tub after prepping for bedtime (trust me, it's happened). Well, as I was putting Kaed into bed I heard the splashing and playing of a child in a normally filled tub. Wondering why, I went in to get Joel out and spy--at which point I discovered his new bath plug. What plug you say? His butt. Yes, my big bootie'd baby decided to shove his butt cheek onto the hole in the bathtub to prolong his water-play time.
Genius that boy.
Tomorrow we're going to attempt that McDonald's playland again. Pray for my sanity--and that my two days worth of dieting have resulted in enough weight loss not to die when scooting through the tubes so I can beat up some little girl who's trying to steal my baby.
Lord I'm going to be a horrible mother in law.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
I fought the toddler, and the toddler won.
Burger king--you get it your way, right? McDonalds, not so much.
Today "grandma" called and said "I'm off work early and want to go to the McDonald's playland with the kids, meet me there?". We did.
We hit up a wholesaler before that, where Joel magically went from super, easy, calm, movie watching toddler to psycho-baby. ...love those moments. The thrashing, the screaming, the hitting and kicking, all occupational hazards of parenting a two year old. (well, a toddler with a behavior issue, I guess). Half way through the grocery shopping trip I managed to find a book that had a hand-puppet thing in the book. ...scared the hell outta that boy when it charged to bite his nose off. Score, one for mom. .......finally.
Afterwards we headed to McDonald's, at which point the boys ran from the door directly to the playland. Well, Joel did. Kaeden stopped to socialize a bit on his way. (shocking). I ordered food while grandma went to watch the boys destroy the place. A good hour between eating and getting bored, we finally decided that it was time to leave (not to mention, Kaeden continuously came up to us saying "buh bye!", hinting that he was done). When I bundled Kaed up to head back out to the car, he began thrashing and acting out (remind me to thank Joel for teaching him those wonderful toddler-tricks). I got him into his carseat at which point I went back to get Joel (between grandma and I we had both kids covered at all times).
How's about Joel decided he wasn't done playing (shocker eh?) I called up to the top of the playland and said "time to go bye bye Joel". He responded "bye" as if to tell me "See ya mom, I'm moving in to McDonald's, I'll sleep in a booth and eat greasy food for the rest of my amazing little life". A short while later I heard him coming down the slide. Immediately I ran to the bottom of the slide and said "I have your juice!". He smiled, laughed and scooted right back up that slide while yelling "bye bye mama!".
Punk.
Did I mention I'm far too old and fat to crawl back up after that super-charged toddler. (note to self: don't EVER give him an energy drink).
Two other times I had him in near grasp while coming down the slide--all to have him scoot back up backwards to avoid me, laughing his little butt off as he rolled. A little girl who he was playing with even had the audacity to tell me "Lady, he's my friend and he's not leaving, go away!" (yes, I strongly desired smacking her later when she came down, but I restrained).
I heard a swooshing noise and looked over to see that Joel had taken his happy meal toy (a hotwheels car) and thrown it down the slide. I jumped up to grab it thinking "surely he'll spaz if he can't have his car". Again, he spotted me and scooted back up the slide.
It wasn't until his evil little girlfriend decided to play at a table that I finally got my grubby momma paws on him.
...if girlfriends in the future are going to be this big of a hassle, I'm thinking I'll convince him that the priesthood is his calling.
Today "grandma" called and said "I'm off work early and want to go to the McDonald's playland with the kids, meet me there?". We did.
We hit up a wholesaler before that, where Joel magically went from super, easy, calm, movie watching toddler to psycho-baby. ...love those moments. The thrashing, the screaming, the hitting and kicking, all occupational hazards of parenting a two year old. (well, a toddler with a behavior issue, I guess). Half way through the grocery shopping trip I managed to find a book that had a hand-puppet thing in the book. ...scared the hell outta that boy when it charged to bite his nose off. Score, one for mom. .......finally.
Afterwards we headed to McDonald's, at which point the boys ran from the door directly to the playland. Well, Joel did. Kaeden stopped to socialize a bit on his way. (shocking). I ordered food while grandma went to watch the boys destroy the place. A good hour between eating and getting bored, we finally decided that it was time to leave (not to mention, Kaeden continuously came up to us saying "buh bye!", hinting that he was done). When I bundled Kaed up to head back out to the car, he began thrashing and acting out (remind me to thank Joel for teaching him those wonderful toddler-tricks). I got him into his carseat at which point I went back to get Joel (between grandma and I we had both kids covered at all times).
How's about Joel decided he wasn't done playing (shocker eh?) I called up to the top of the playland and said "time to go bye bye Joel". He responded "bye" as if to tell me "See ya mom, I'm moving in to McDonald's, I'll sleep in a booth and eat greasy food for the rest of my amazing little life". A short while later I heard him coming down the slide. Immediately I ran to the bottom of the slide and said "I have your juice!". He smiled, laughed and scooted right back up that slide while yelling "bye bye mama!".
Punk.
Did I mention I'm far too old and fat to crawl back up after that super-charged toddler. (note to self: don't EVER give him an energy drink).
Two other times I had him in near grasp while coming down the slide--all to have him scoot back up backwards to avoid me, laughing his little butt off as he rolled. A little girl who he was playing with even had the audacity to tell me "Lady, he's my friend and he's not leaving, go away!" (yes, I strongly desired smacking her later when she came down, but I restrained).
I heard a swooshing noise and looked over to see that Joel had taken his happy meal toy (a hotwheels car) and thrown it down the slide. I jumped up to grab it thinking "surely he'll spaz if he can't have his car". Again, he spotted me and scooted back up the slide.
It wasn't until his evil little girlfriend decided to play at a table that I finally got my grubby momma paws on him.
...if girlfriends in the future are going to be this big of a hassle, I'm thinking I'll convince him that the priesthood is his calling.
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