Stories & Floating Legos.

Going back to work on a regular basis has been refreshing. I don't know how long it will last, as I'm basically filling in (along with a few others who have rearranged their schedules) for a triage nurse that's been out since November. One thing that's been fun about going back is visiting with my old pals who frequently ask about the boys and what they've been up to. As life gets more and more hectic I, at times, forget about some of the outrageous things they come up with and do; however, when I tell people at work these things that seem to be "every day" for me, they laugh hysterically at the comics life seems to bring to me. I thought that it might be a good idea to start journaling some of my stories. So, I will start with a few of the most recent. Stay tuned as I try and keep up ...

Floating Legos
A few weeks ago, I worked my short day until 11:30am. Maysen doesn't have school on Fridays so they were both home. I wanted to veg for just a bit, so out came the Legos. Immediately I had Legos strung across every inch of my living room floor. "Whatever," I thought as I decided I'd better fold the load of towels that was waiting for me. As I was on towel #28, I see a flash dart by ... a naked flash.

"Maysen? Why are you naked?" ... silence. That's usually my cue to investigate. I round the corner as he stands there not only naked, but wet. "Why are you wet?" .... "I'm floating my Legos." ... "Why are you floating your Legos?" .... (with a sarcastic "duh mom" voice) "Becauuuuse. I made a boat...". Off he went 100mph. I realized he was going to my bathroom, which has a huge soaker tub surrounded by tile. Before Maysen can reach the bathroom, I hear squeels of joy which can only mean one thing: Griffin. I start my jaunt into my bathroom and I hear water running. I bust open the door and step in water.

Not only was the water running, but had been for some time now and was at the brim of my tub. Griffin looks at me as he stands up on the tile staring with wide eyes at the tub. "MOM! WATSH"! I look up in horror as Maysen completely cannon-balls into the bathtub, water flowing over like a tsunami. Good thing I washed towels ...

No ... the story doesn't stop there. I glance up at my iHome (which houses our iPod) and there's no iPod. "Maysen? Where's my iPod?" ... "Oh. You mean Griffin's phone?" .... (uh oh) "Nooooooo. My iPod." ... "He had it in the toilet" ... and that's where I found it. Floating at the bottom of the toilet.

I'll tell you about the poop foam tomorrow .... Yes. I said "Poop Foam." MmmHmm.