The Sunday Funnies
Okay, so Nate’s eye (see below) isn’t so funny. This post was originally called both “Sunday, bloody son day”, and “I scream Sunday”. While those titles more accurately captured the gist of Nate’s eye, they didn’t really work with the other two pictures. Not pictured is me rescuing Sam from the mudslide of his diaper, him peeing in a dazzling arc from the changing table to the floor, or the look on Jill’s face as he yacked all over himself, and then down into her cleavage. Good ones, Sam.
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Judging by the amount of powder on Nate’s face and upper torso, I’d say that Liam was the man weilding the baby powder. By the time it settled, there was a heavy to light dusting of powder extending from the bathroom pictured, out into the hallway, down the back staircase, and well into the downstairs hall. Nate looked down after his picture was taken, and powder actually fell from his eyebrow onto the floor. It looked like something that would sift down from the rafters during an earthquake in a mineshaft.
After the cleanup, they ate breakfast, laughed, and then ate powdered donuts, which oddly brought their faces around full circle.
Later, Nate had yet another encounter with the edge of a table. And once again, he emerged scathed and unvictorious.
He heard Liam ask for some ice in his grape juice, and he lost his mind. He excitedly picked up Liam’s cup, and even as Liam began to squeal in protest, Nate was already setting it back down, and his feet were starting to head for the smaller table where his own juice was.
"Eye-iiiiiiiiccccccceeeeee!" he yelled as he pelted feet into the kitchen, tripped, and went forehead first into the table. Ironically, he hit just inches away from where his grape juice sat, and it was his head that ended up needing the ice, which never did make it into his cup.
He did, however, get to watch ‘Thomas the Tank Engine’ from my lap. He also got the coveted ‘Boo-Boo Buddy’ from the fridge, although he insisted on holding it directly between his eyes as he leaned against my chest and forlornly watched Thomas from beneath his swelling goose egg.
Here are the after-effects of dinner, unevenly distributed across the Outer Sam. Although it looks like he was eating a pumpkin, I believe this was either apricots, a Baby Mum-Mum biscuit, or both (Jill was feeding him, and I could hear her laughing from the next room).
To me, he looks like the Heat Miser, or someone who just smoked an exploding cartoon cigar. This made necessary a bath, which he promptly ruined shortly after exiting it with the aforementioned yacking.
All in all, a fairly typical Sunday.
Ahhhhhh, the joys of parenting in full swing………………and it is only the tip of the iceberg my dear brother! I begrudgingly add that I feel certain I have only begun to chip away at that same iceberg!
We will think these same situations are hilarious when our grandkids are doing it to our kids though……….right mom?
Love the little footprints in the powder!
Oh yes!
And I thought I had it bad with Radio Disney… Oh well.
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Oh my goodness, if only I was so lucky to have experienced only baby powder showers. My kiddos have done the ketchup/mayo thing, the color everywhere thing, the I’m cooking so I’m going to dump spices everywhere thing, etc. Gotta give it to your kiddos for wanting to smell fresh and stay dry! LOL
Poor Nate though, I’d say get rid of that table, or wrap him in bubble wrap!
OK..I’m happy there were no stiches involved..and OMG YES..Totally Heat Miser
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Our little Kate just started on rice cereal and your last picture w/yacking narrative gives me pretty good idea of our Sundays to come!
Hey Mate,
Why does this all seem way to familiar to me???? Oh, that’s right, it’s similar to the things that happen in my house with two girl monsters - …. errr, I mean children. You’ve got a great site here. I followed the link from your creative edit in the Second Shotz flickr group.
I’ll keep popping around …
cheers
dale
BETTER PUT THE POWDER BOX A LITTLE HIGHER BUT I BET THEY SMELLED PRETTY GOOD. SAM IS A TYPICAL BABY WITH FOOD ALL OVER HIS FACE AND HAIR.
GRANDMA PEG
He’s Mr. Sun Miser da da da da! He’s Mr. 101!!
Bet you laughed your “butts” off after everything was cleaned and you looked in on Liam and Nate before you went to bed. They were safely tucked in and only a little ghost like! The “memories” they are creating and the fact that you are documenting them is wonderful. I do think in the near future, you’re going to have to invest in some kind of protective gear for Nate. Maybe a football helmet will suffice until he gets a little taller and those tables aren’t at head level. What the heck, might as well get the shoulder and knee pads too. I’m sure they’ll come in handy. Poor little guy. Hope his eye heals well. Sam looks like he really enjoyed those apricots until they decided to leave his body. Give all a hug from me. Love to all
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