Today Jonathan provided me with classical material for a documentary. After all , this is what this blog is. First he showed a true sense of independence and target orientation and secondly he “treated” his father to the worse kind of slapstick comedy scenario.
This morning I woke up to the noise of Jonathan wondering about the house. He usually gets up and comes directly to our bed to say good morning, cuddle with mommy and daddy in under the big duvet and even get a chance to jump on the big bed. Sometimes he goes to the living room to play with his toys. This morning he chose not to come and visit us, but rather he walked into the kitchen. When I heard him dragging a chair, I got up to see what he was up to. I found him standing on the chair he had dragged. He had placed it next to the kitchen desk, so he could climb it and reach a box of chocolates that was standing on it. As I entered the kitchen he lifted the box and asked me to open the wrapping of the treats. I told him he cannot have the whole box, but “just one” - so he took one in each hand. He then again requested that I open the wraps, so I opened one treat (the least bad of the two in terms of sugar amounts) and he has sweet puffs for breakfast. One thing is for sure, I moved the bread knives to a higher place...
Today Jonathan's daddy took him out on a “boys afternoon out”. They went to visit a German speaking playmate. These meetings take place once a week and its always fathers and sons. I took the chance to go out with my siblings and so the afternoon together became the whole evening together for father and son. To conclude the evening, my husband gave Jonathan his daily bath. However, as my husband saw fit to report to me immediately, live from the scene of the crime, things took a special turn – towards the slapstick comedy. Just as my husband had put Jonathan into the bath filled with warm water, he turned his back on the boy for a split second and just then Jonathan decided to doo doo in the tub.
The significance of this event is doubled when one takes into account that this kind of “accident” is rare for Jonathan, in fact this is only the second time this has happened to us (I was the victim the first time). So my husband took Jonathan out of the tub, to drain the filthy water and clean it, and just as he did so, Jonathan peed on the bathroom carpet (significance thus tripled). It was at this stage that my husband called me with a full report. The call was short and concise, after all there was much to do – clean the tub, wash the carpet and get Jonathan into a new water filled bath and clean him up too. After this, both my boys were so tired that Jonathan went directly to bed.
We are just going through the first stages of getting Jonathan “off” the diapers. As the boys were from home today, Jonathan was wearing a nappy. Perhaps the confusion of the potty training in what got him all exited. Can this be the reason for today's display? Who can tell. We however have a funny story to smile on for days to come (even my husband can laugh and enjoy, now that he is no longer standing in a room that is literally “full of shit” with the prospect of having to clean it up).
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