Normally I feature some of the amazing things Matthew is saying lately. While we have gotten some great words of wisdom from him lately (Come on, Daddy! Pee pee garage!), I thought I would clear up the misconception that Matty is always a calm, collected, sensitive flower that never makes a peep, is always engaged in activities, and causes no mischief whatsoever.
He’s better at make-up than I am.
One wonderful morning as I’m stepping out of the shower, Matty comes running into the bathroom yelling “clean”. He grabs a roll of TP and runs back out of the room. At first I just nod and smile, until it sets in that he is TRYING TO CLEAN SOMETHING UP. So I run after him.
Let me explain. He tried to put soap in the dishwasher. When he spilled that, he got dish soap to try to clean that mess. When he realized that was a bigger mess, he realized he needed paper towels. Since he can’t reach paper towels, he got TP. Of course, paper towels get used with spray cleaner, so he sprayed the soap puddle first. As I intervened, he realized, “Duh, this is a floor mess. We need a mop” (which has yet another type of spray cleaner attached). All I could do was laugh. I mean, it was good thinking, and I’m thankful he tried to help. But how exactly does one go about cleaning 4 different types of soap off the floor? Only after scrubbing and mopping and scooping and wiping for 20 minutes did I realize I was still butt naked. I apologize to all of my neighbors. And yes, he had pants on when I got in the shower.
This was taken at 12:30 at night. Need I say more?
I’m not sure who is the bad influence here.
Matty’s volume and activity level 90% of the day.
** NOTE: Ignore that horrible mess. We’re in the process of turning that room into a playroom–sneak peek alert!– and everything is getting piled up. Such is life.