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3 year old wakes up famished. I take him with me to the kitchen to make french toast. We cook together, even shaping our french toast into letters and making designs with the honey. We mix three equal parts water, apple juice and blueberry juice and watch our juice change color. 1.5 year old is still peacefully sleeping. I’m thinking that today will be a good day! Then 3 year old has a MELTDOWN over trouble getting the flat pieces of French toast on his fork. Recovery takes nearly 10 minutes. Ten minutes doesn’t sound like long, but is an eternity with a freaking out child. Miraculously the other one doesn’t wake up. Dh hasn’t been seen around here since Thursday. 3 year old asks me for another dad. He wants to keep ours, but wants one who will stay home too. As I prepare to embark on a serious discussion with him, he runs off to the bathroom, poos on the potty and refuses to flush because he doesn’t want to wake his brother. Uh, okay, if the screaming didn’t do it….He comes back out to the living room and starts dancing around with his underpants around his ankles. Underpants are still at his ankles, now he’s on his brother’s bed poking and prodding him. Little guy wakes up. Now I have to pick him up. Set up 1.5 year old with French toast at the table. Hear 3 year old from the kitchen, “Mama, I’m cleaning up your mess.” I go, fast, to find him on the chair set up for him to help cook, pushing food fragments and a potholder into the space between the counter’s end and the gas stove. Uh oh, I left the knife on the table in reach of the 1.5 year old. Go out and take that away (it was a butter knife). I look at the clock. It’s 7:18 am. I can handle this…medical spouse, single parenting…so long as my day can end when the sun rises. It’s such a good thing the kids are cute.
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3 year old wakes up famished. I take him with me to the kitchen to make french toast. We cook together, even shaping our french toast into letters and making designs with the honey. We mix three equal parts water, apple juice and blueberry juice and watch our juice change color. 1.5 year old is still peacefully sleeping. I’m thinking that today will be a good day! Then 3 year old has a MELTDOWN over trouble getting the flat pieces of French toast on his fork. Recovery takes nearly 10 minutes. Ten minutes doesn’t sound like long, but is an eternity with a freaking out child. Miraculously the other one doesn’t wake up. Dh hasn’t been seen around here since Thursday. 3 year old asks me for another dad. He wants to keep ours, but wants one who will stay home too. As I prepare to embark on a serious discussion with him, he runs off to the bathroom, poos on the potty and refuses to flush because he doesn’t want to wake his brother. Uh, okay, if the screaming didn’t do it….He comes back out to the living room and starts dancing around with his underpants around his ankles. Underpants are still at his ankles, now he’s on his brother’s bed poking and prodding him. Little guy wakes up. Now I have to pick him up. Set up 1.5 year old with French toast at the table. Hear 3 year old from the kitchen, “Mama, I’m cleaning up your mess.” I go, fast, to find him on the chair set up for him to help cook, pushing food fragments and a potholder into the space between the counter’s end and the gas stove. Uh oh, I left the knife on the table in reach of the 1.5 year old. Go out and take that away (it was a butter knife). I look at the clock. It’s 7:18 am. I can handle this…medical spouse, single parenting…so long as my day can end when the sun rises. It’s such a good thing the kids are cute.
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When I read your post about making French toast and juice concoctions, I failed in comparison. What is it about kids dancing around with underwear by their ankles? 
I managed to cajole him back to sleep...and then he woke up every 45 minutes or so. I gave up at 7.30 and tromped downstairs and made him cereal. He refused to eat it at his chair...he insisted on sitting on my lap (where he spilled 1/2 of the freezing cold milk right off of his spoon)...and has been getting into the christmas tree, trying to break my new nativity set etc since he got up.
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