Ok, Josh is usually the one with all the stories, but I have to say...It has been Brett's day. Oh....this is not a cute story, this is Brett at his most active. (I am trying to stay positive with my comments). We were having some family over for dinner at 6:00 pm. Not a big deal, but company none the less. I was making dinner and the house needed to look decent. So the day had been going well, I paid Brett to babysit Josh (I do this once in a while so he will play with him instead of against him), and I was on track with dinner, house duties etc. As I was in the laundry room, I heard a loud bang. I knew Josh was okay, because he was with me, so I waited for a cry for help and didn't hear anything. I started walking toward the noise and encountered Brett.
"Mom, you wouldn't believe it..."
"I was climbing in your bedroom"
"I was trying to get something I needed on top of your cabinet"
"The one with your TV."
I then knew what the loud bang was. He was climbing in the armoire with the TV. I was afraid to go in my bedroom. He was apparently okay because he was talking a mile a minute. When I saw my big TV and VCR on the ground I thought, this is probably his biggest "Oops" ever.
"Mom, is Dad going to Banish me?"
"If you are lucky"
"Mom, I don't want to be banished, if they send me to Mexico I will only eat one meal a day and I will be so hungry."
"I am pretty sure you aren't going to get the X Box you have been asking for. I think you will be paying for a new TV!"
Oh...and that is not all.....
I did banish him outside to play with his brother. It was 5:30 pm and after the TV issue, I pulled myself together to start making a salad. Everything was going great until Brett came in from outside.
"Mom, Josh is covered in sand"
"How did he cover himself with sand?"
"I poured a bucket of sand over his head."
"Stay outside, don't come in!"
Josh was in the sandbox crying and Brett was pretty well covered with sand himself. I told him he needed to take off his clothes so I could hose him down. I thought of tossing them in the pool, but I didn't have time to get in the pool with Josh...so they both got undressed and "got the hose." Brett was enjoying the hose a little too much, so I told him, he was in trouble and to stop enjoying it! (I have no options here...) Then it was Josh's turn. I took off his clothes and of course he had a messy diaper. He did not like the hose and was clinging to me. So basically, we both got a quick hose down. I then put Josh in the bath for a more thorough clean up. Luckily, company was 10 minutes late and I was able to get put back together (physically, not mentally) When they finally arrived, they asked Brett,"What have you been up to today?" Brett's reply, " Nothing."