How did this picture come to be, you might ask, and why was it the last? Those are both good questions. Let me explain.
This picture is of Michael immediately after he dumped an entire container of oats all over my freshly swept kitchen floor. In order to keep myself from knocking him into next Tuesday, I decided to take a picture. Then I began to sweep up the mess. While I was distracted, Michael somehow managed to get ahold of a box of spaghetti noodles and began adding those to the pile. He also decided it would be fun to use his hands and feet to sweep the oats over every square inch of the floor.
By this point I had reached the absolute end of my overstretched patience. I yelled at him (um, I mean sweetly asked) that he better not dump out anything else and told him to go away. Which he did. To the desk, where he found the camera I had used to take the picture. My back was turned to him, so I didn't see that he was playing with it. I only discovered this in time to see that he had totally mangled it. In thirty seconds he somehow managed to destroy it completely. Nothing works. Nothing. All the camera will do is let out a horrible, strangled alarm noise for about ten seconds and then sputter and die. The lens won't even hint at budging from its unnatural, Michael-induced position.
At least it was our old point-and-shoot camera, and not our new one. So farewell, beloved camera. Thanks for the memories, and I'm sorry you were so rudely swept out of existence.
As for Michael, well, he is still alive, and that shows just what a patient mother I am after all.
6 comments:
Hee, Hee. I love little boys, and if I didn't have a camera, my little boy would probably not be here either. Good luck, unfortunately it may only get worse. Tonight James asked me if he could go potty in my room, and I'm pretty sure he would have done it if I hadn't chased him into the bathroom. Good luck, and I know exactly what you are going through. ;) Love you!
Now THAT sounds like a super fun morning activity :) UGGGGGGHHHH.
By sheer coincidence, I too was sweeping dry goods off my floor yesterday, after Woodstock knocked an entire canister of flour over (and then tried to eat it - gross!).
Fortunately, the camera was safely out of reach.
Oh my goodness! I hope you can laugh about this later. Samara got a hold of a sharpie yesterday while I was packing and drew all over her body with it. The pictures I took of her are pretty funny now.
I am laughing out loud through this whole post, and am still laughing as I type this. Aren't toddlers the best?
Oh no!! AND hahahaha!! Michael proves yet again that life with a toddler is never dull, and often costly!
Though one silver lining about these little escapades is that they make for entertaining blog posts...
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