Trouble in 3s...or more....

5 p.m. Saturday

A casual family outing to CAL Ranch for chicken-viewing and gardening supplies turns explosive when Soren decides his parents ruin all his fun.

After listening to his screaming and crying every two minutes - caused by various reasons like not letting him touch an ax, walk down his own aisle, or put garbage in his mouth - I was d-o-n-e. Scott tried to lessen the blow of leaving by carrying Soren on his shoulders.

As we were about to walk out the door, we realized one of us was going to have to take away a dog toy he was holding - since we weren't purchasing it. As soon as Scott took it, Soren screamed and collapsed - dropping his body weight straight down over Scott's back. He just hung there and screamed at the top of his lungs, not even caring that he was upside down. I've never walked out of a store so fast in my life.

5 p.m. Sunday

Soren needed a bath and I needed a break. Bath time works well for both of us, because I can sit and catch my breath for 20 minutes while watching him splash around. All was well until he got out of the tub. He ran off - butt naked - and had not interest in wearing a diaper. After the day/week that I've had with him, I finally gave up. So what? Let the kid run naked for 20 minutes. I'd already changed 3 stinky diapers. What's the worse thing that could happen? Oh poor me...

About 10 minutes later, I peaked on him playing in his bedroom. He was leaned over something on the ground. When I walked into the room he looked at me and started jabbering and pointing back at ......a pile of poop on my carpet! I shouted for back up (Scott) and then noticed Soren had walked in the poop and there were little poopy footprints all over the room. He then sat on a pillow and wiped more poop on the pillow. I couldn't get him to stand still long enough to wipe off his legs and bum. Oh he was mad at me! He screamed, arched his back and finally collapsed.

Later that night, I found I'd missed a spot between his toes. Yuck!

4 p.m. Monday

The above picture was taken as soon as we came home from the Monday at 4 p.m. event. (Dear Lilly, thanks for letting Soren borrow your sweater after he got soaked).

We were at the park near our home today and it has a really nice, large pond with fish and ducks. Soren had never been down by the water before. I was standing right next to him and turned my head for 2 seconds.When I turned back, he was WALKING INTO THE WATER! The drop off was steep and fast. By the time I reached my arms out to him, he had fallen in face first. I lunged in up to my knees and grabbed him, but not before he had breathed in a lot of water. He came up sputtering and mad. We were both soaked and it is only 50F outside. Luckily, my friend had some blankets. She drove us back home and once I saw Scott I could laugh about it - but before that I was pretty shocked.

Interesting side note about this incident - when I was Soren's age I fell into a fish pond. Soren and I seem to have a lot in common already, now we can add falling into ponds to the list.

Three days, three fun stories, three baths in 24 hours. Fun times!