They Did What!?

Hello. It's been a while since I blogged. I have a perfectly reasonable explanation though. As a mother, I am afforded one leisure activity a night. That's only if my eyes are not glued shut from fatigue. Lately I've used my allotted time to watch Better Call Saul. Now that's over and done with, here I am again.

So S and Z have recently decided to team up in an effort to extinguish the little sanity I have left. Both are finding too much joy in my efforts to claim it back. They'll laugh and feed off of each other. The terrible twos and the freaking fours.

Cringe worthy or just plain cute, here's what S and Z have been up to lately...

• I heard them both giggling in the other room, which brought a smile to my face. I thought, they're getting along, how nice. But of course reality set in and S started crying. I got up to see why she was upset when I found the entire room splattered with milk. Z was spraying a cup of milk all over the room and she found it funny, which explained the laughter. She didn't find it so funny when he spilled the remainder of it all on her head. The moral of this story: Children laughing together alone in a room isn't necessarily a good thing.

• Z pumped all the soap out of a soap dispenser and said he was making a soap waterfall.

• S's shoes were missing and I flipped the entire place up side down to look for them. I finally gave up and went to the kitchen to start thinking about dinner. Opened the freezer door and ta-da! All of S's shoes were in there. Thanks, Z.

• This:

Z said they were tired and needed a nap. 

• I found S sitting in a dark room on the floor against the wall by herself. I asked her what she's doing and she said "time out" with a grin on her face. To little S, time outs are glorified because her brother and role model Z is always in time out. She doesn't get that it's a discipline method, which makes it completely ineffective. Yet I still use them. Time to rethink discipline. 

• Z is practicing is plumbing skills. So he'll flush something he knows doesn't belong in the toilet, and then he'll try to retrieve it with a snake. He saw it done once, so he assumed everything can now be retrieved.

• S unrolled the roll of toilet paper. She would take a bite of a piece, and the other piece she would throw in the toilet. 

• While visiting a friend's house for a play date, Z lured us downstairs to play. Once downstairs, he quietly went upstairs and was oddly quiet for a good amount of time. My mother's intuition started questioning his whereabouts, but I was too engrossed in an adult conversation with a dear friend, so I brushed it off. Z came downstairs with that look on his face. The look of glee and guilt at the same time. When I asked him what he was doing upstairs, he casually said he was playing with water. So we thought he must've been in the washroom playing in the sink. We went upstairs to investigate the washroom and there was nothing. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. We were at someone else's home after all. The last thing I wanted was for him to ruin someone else's belongings. We walked into the kitchen and there it was. The flood he created. Not only was there water covering the entire kitchen floor, there was also water on the counter. He was quiet for so long was because he methodically filled a cup with water and spilled it onto the counter. Over and over again. Until he flooded the kitchen. (Sorry Riham). When I asked him why he did that on our way home, he said he was making "Niagara falls". (Again, very sorry!)