June 25, 2012

Motherhood: Get Your Glam On

Because our summer schedule has officially reached threat level red, my husband has been gone frequently and I've had a lot of time to spend with the kids during the weekends. This has been excellent for fine-tuning my time out skills and bad for the severe sleep debt that I'm racking-up with a toddler who enjoys sunrise wakeup calls.

This past weekend, we once again found ourselves doing the two kids/one parent routine when Jonathan headed up north to compete in a one hundred mile mountain bike race. Now, before you get all impressed and think that our entire family is some sort of outdoor Olympic phenom, let me assure you- we're not. While we adore camping and backpacking, mountain biking is solely Jonathan's thing. If it were me, I would've wiped out in the parking lot before even getting to the starting line because that's about as far as my biking skills will ever take me. So while Jonathan was racing through four feet of mud at a speed that makes me want to take a nap just thinking about it, the kids and I were trying not to burn down the house.

Once Saturday evening finally rolled around and the magical hour of bedtime arrived, I herded everyone downstairs to start the process of getting ready. Usually, this process requires the full attention and panic-reduction skills of two or (preferably) more adults. Braving it by oneself undoubtedly involves questionable amounts of sugar and/or caffeine consumed immediately prior to the event because HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT IT TAKES TO GET A TODDLER INTO BED?!

I rest my case.

Thanks to something at dinner that hadn't been sitting quite right with Evelyn, we were juggling the bedtime routine plus the fun of SURPRISE! sweet potato spit-up. Credit goes to her stomach on this one, because our routine went something like this:

Change explosive diaper. SURPRISE! Clean spit-up. Tell toddler to pick up toys. Another SURPRISE! Put toddler in time-out for disobeying. Double SURPRISE! Bribe toddler with pacifier to finish getting ready for bed. Rinse. Repeat.

Finally, we were all in pajamas and, where applicable, had been put on the potty and brushed our teeth. We were golden. Nathaniel scrambled into his bed and begged to snuggle with his sister during his bedtime story. One look into those chocolate brown eyes and I caved.

I reached down and picked up Evelyn, holding my sweet little girl who was snuggled into her warm jammies. I lifted her up high to kiss her face as we walked over to her brother and that's when it happened.

SUUURRRRPPPRRRRIIIISSSSEEEEE!

She let it rip, spitting up all over my nose, mouth, and shirt. Sweet potato corpses, all over both of us. It was classic, one of those parenting moments that will forever be etched into my memory. Motherhood... it's more glamourous than you can possibly imagine.

4 comments:

  1. Parenting really is a 'tag team' sport. Sorry, that you had no one to 'tag.'

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    1. Thanks, I could've used someone to tag this weekend, that's for sure! But then again, it was very memorable holding the baby while simultaneously cleaning spit-up that smelled like vomit. DEFINITELY won't forget that one!

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  2. Where is Jonathan racing? My dad loves to bike race as well, so I know what it's like...

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    1. Jonathan was racing up by Lutsen, Minnesota this past weekend. It's one of at least two big races that he's doing this summer. The other one will be somewhere in Wisconsin :)

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