Morning So Far

It's almost afternoon, 30 minutes till, and it's one of those mornings I need to blog just to get it out of my system, and so that I will remember these days (most likely fondly, though at the moment are testing me) when Brayden is grown up and has babies of his own (what a thought!). Morning started by waking up later than I would have liked, and rushing to get readyto go to MOPS, fed Brayden breakfast, took him upstairs for the world's fastest bath, got him dressed, getting diaper bag packed etc., Mike started the car to warm it up for me, and I'm getting his diaper bag ready and the meltdown that has been going on since bathtime finally exploded and all three of us were just ready to get back in bed and call it a day. After a time out for Brayden I decided MOPS was just out of the question this morning, grabbed my quilt from the closet, turned on the TV to the DVRed Pixar Short Films, sat a snotty, crabby, and otherwise very disgruntled little boy on my lap and neither of us moved for an hour. It was a mix of both of us being frustrated with each other, both of us being tired, and both of us rushing that led to total meltdown and chaos in our house. Thankfully Daddy was able to escape with his life and join another guy from our church for coffee (he still isn't back, perhaps he rented a movie, parked the car, and is watching it on the DVD player instead of coming home?!). After a nice little break, Brayden regained enough energy to run his usual chaos around the house. Good :). Mommy gets some dishes done, some cleaning done, while keeping an ever watchful eye on Brayden as he plays and goofs off with the dogs, and an even closer eye on him when he decides to take his juice from his highchair to drink it in the living room (an aside, yesterday, while drinking his red v8 splash juice from a sippy cup that is not supposed to leak, I found Brayden sitting on the floor of the kitchen "drawing" with the tip of the sippy cup, putting just enough pressure on the tip to be literally drawing red punch all over the linolium floor *sigh*) he finished the juice successfully, only to realize now was a great time for crackers, and instead of asking, he screamed at me, and after being told to ask nicely, proceeded to shake his fingers and hands at me in a very demanding matter (maybe teaching him to sign and express himself so articulately wasnt a great idea after all, haha) off to timeout he went. A couple minutes later, a tear stained face apologized to me "Sowee". We came back downstairs and after asking nicely, Brayden was given two animal crackers which he promptly set on the ground and which were even more quickly gobbled up by a dog who should have been named Hoover instead of Bear. Then we got out Brayden's ride-on lawnmower from Grandpa and Grandma Kraft, which is always a big hit, except, Brayden doesnt understand steering and therefore requires Mommy or Daddy to help him when he gets stuck, not a problem to keep him entertained for a few moments, then back upstairs to do laundry, where another time out incurred, and back downstairs where Brayden is currently dancing in circles to Sugarland and just finished trying to squish his entire "Lee Lee" into a bowl that is no bigger than my hand, and at the same time, yell at Brutus because he is laying on "Lee Lee"....