Commentators aren’t just for football games, hockey rinks, and nascar races. All you need is a four-year-old. He will find something which intrigues him to no end and keep up a running commentary on it until you are ready to throw his microphone away.
I was blessed with this little commentator during my applesauce making yesterday. I’ve only got 2 kids left at home during school hours and we have some very special, crazy moments. Yesterday had several such moments.
Perched right up there beside me at the table, he kept up a running commentary on our applesauce, especially the Victorio strainer. He was very intrigued with this appliance and kept a watchful eye on where he thought the applesauce was going to come out. Where he was looking is exactly where the apple peels and waste came out and I think it rather shocked him.
Here are some of the discoveries he made with his nose right next to my applesauce machine:
Oh, NO! Mom, look!
That yucky stuff sure does stink.
I think it’s broken.
Maybe Wyatt stuck a toy in it.
That sure is a nice cutter!
Eww! I smell somethin’.
By 6:00 pm, Mama was almost brain-dead after cutting, cooking, mashing, and canning apples all day. So for a few minutes of relative peace, the baby and Big Sis were plunked in the bathtub.
Forty-five minutes later, I get off the phone to see my 1 1/2 year old baby boy streaking through the hall with nothing but pink sunglasses on! Umm….let’s just say it had escaped my memory that I’d gotten him out of the tub and wrapped a towel around him. Somehow he had ditched the towel and went in search of sunglasses instead. Not a stitch of clothing or diaper to be found on him.
In my own defense, let me tell you I don’t normally chat away on the phone while my children are running naked through my house. This was a phone call for our home Bible study group that ended up needing more time.
Grabbing the little streaker, I proceeded to quickly put a diaper on that bum. However, I noticed “details” that alerted me to the awful fact that somewhere in my house sat a pile of human waste. Desperately, I informed the troops to march upstairs and find that pile before somebody stepped in it. Off they went with all kinds of loud exclamations as to the awfulness of the situation.
It was indeed found in big Sis’ bedroom and disposed of very quickly. Although the troops let Mommy dispose of it. They were out of the area within seconds of finding it. For all their moaning, I heard Logan proudly telling everyone that he was the first one to find it. As though it were an honor.
By this time, I was ready to let Daddy take control of the Littles and let him put them to bed. But not before he tried stuffing Wyatt’s two legs into one pant leg on his pajamas. This caused the whole upstairs to burst into laughter at the baby’s very perplexed face!
Hearing that laughter coming down the stairs was exactly what my heart and body needed to end that crazy day.
Someday when I’m old and gray I’ll hug my box of tissues while I reminisce about these precious days and whisper to Lowell “remember when………”