For an incredibly active kid, Dylan moves VEEERRRRYYYY SLLOOOWWWLLLYYY. When you want him to get somewhere by a certain time, he suddenly morphs into Slow Motion Boy. Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's Slow Motion Boy. He can leap over tall buildings, but first he needs to line these toys up, turn lights out all over the house, and count all the pumpkin decorations on the way out the door. It is hard enough getting him to school on time on regular days. I knew today, (which involved a costume) was going to be rough.
So, when my husband (whom I love dearly), jumped out of bed ONE MINUTE before my alarm went off, and jumped in the shower, I might have gone completely ballistic. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!? YOU COULDN'T HAVE PICKED A BETTER DAY TO DO THIS!!" There might have been more yelling involved. He was about to leave the house when I screamed, "OH, AND NOW YOU ARE JUST GOING TO LEAVE WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE?!?" Yes, it was a beautiful moment between a man and his loving wife.
When Dylan woke up and didn't want to get out of bed, even though he was soaking wet, I knew what kind of morning it would be. Then, he insisted that I change the sheets before I put dry clothes on him. Then, came the "I NEED to"s. There are always things he NEEDS to do first, before doing what I want him to do.
Somehow we made it through breakfast. Somehow we made it through me drying my hair and getting myself dressed, although I had to stop about every ten minutes because I heard a crash, or he was screaming "MOMMY?", or he was too quiet and I had to investigate. By the time I needed to put on his costume I was already tired. Then I tried to put the super flimsy pants on, while he was only half standing still. Then I put the top on, and he started whining and pulling at the collar. "It's itchy. Itchy! ITCHY!!" I could just feel that any minute the fabric was going to tear and I started to panic and talk in slightly crazy mommy speak. "O-Kay-we-will-put-on-a-tshirt-under-it-and-then-it-won't-itch-O-Kay?-O-Kay. O-kay-This-will-be-fine-I-need-to-remember-to-keep-breathing-O-Kay"
By the time I met my parents at the school later for the parade I was breathing normally, and could even see the humor in the situation. When Dylan came out with his hat crooked and blood on his face from a bloody nose, well, it just fit.
6 comments:
How cute is he?! LOVE the costume! I am slowly learning that the best way to get my kids to do anything in a timely fashion is to not make a big deal of it . . . somehow, me getting all keyed and hyped up triggers something in them that causes them to slow down and eventually stop all productive behavior. That, or I tell them that I am leaving without them.
So adorabe! Slayder is going to be a pirate also! He loves them!! Happy Halloween:)
oh, geez, girl! you had quite the morning. i'm feeling your pain. happy halloween mommy!
My toddler is sooooo much like that! He just moves so slow and wants to do this or that before we can get him dressed and argh! It drives me mad!
But this definitely worked out for you! He is so absolutely cute! What a great costume! Very original...unlike Spiderman. I think I counted 10 spidermans yesterday during our trick-or-treat excursion.
By the way, we survived that experience, but my camera did not. I dropped it and broke it. I'm in tears...more on my blog about that later, I'm sure!
Very cute.
It sounds like a total meltdown (on either part) was successfully avoided. Congrats!
I am perpetually late everywhere I go, no matter what I do. It's like Alexis KNOWS just how far to push the limits of timeliness and likes to go all the way to that line. Grrr.
Adorable pics!
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