Friday, June 7, 2013

Guess Who's 2?

So I uncovered another Japanese t-shirt. Poor Stow. I made him wear this even though it's two inches too short.

Space Trip: The Original Flight. It may not be too long before ordinary people travel in space. (I'm proud of this person's grammar. They clearly paid attention in junior high English classes).


Speaking of Stow, you know what's awesome? When Stow sneaks into the pantry and figures out how to open a brand-new container of chocolate soy milk. Even better? When he dumps the whole thing out on the floor that doubles as the cellar door. Granted, the whole idea of a cellar door in the floor of the pantry is ridiculous, but, hey, the house is over 100 years old so it can have its cellar door wherever the heck it wants!

Here's the thing: gravity stinks when there's a hole in the floor covering a damp, cobwebbed filled cellar that's the perfect place  for chocolate soy milk to flow. Of course, this all happened while Sky and I were out, so Ren was thrilled, let me tell you. By the time we got home, he was sitting on the sofa in resignation, staring off into space in his chocolate-milk-covered t-shirt.

Meanwhile, Stow was stripped down to the diaper watching PBS with Pink P who seemed oblivious to the whole thing.

"Stow, no play pantry food!" I said, leaving out the prepositions the way the speech therapist suggested.

"Ooookaaaaay," he replied with an impeccable sense of timing and just the right tone, remorseful yet not pandering.

It's hard to be mad when your speech-delayed toddler gives the perfect response.

I had to bribe Sky with 10 magnets to get him to climb through the cobwebs and under the cellar steps (he was the only one who could fit) to mop up all the chocolate milk . Who knew one tiny carton could turn into a major catastrophe at the hands of a recently-turned-2-year old? All I can say is that we're looking forward to living in a newer house where there aren't holes in the floor and where we stand a better chance of keeping delinquent toddlers out of our pantry. And, if this week is any indication, we'll probably also be pretty glad when Stow turns three.

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