Sunday, May 8, 2011

Milkshaking

So, Arleigh has a little jet lag. No Problem.
Bedtime routine goes something like this
1) jammies, brush teeth, bedtime stories
2) snuggle in bed, goodnight kisses
3) lights out

Problem-
Arleigh seems to think there is a 4) 5) and 6) to the routine now.
We've taken to ignoring him.
He gets back up. We put him back in bed -minus parts 1) and 2).
Last night I was looking for something in the office. Matt was outside mowing the yard.
I heard a strange, loud, mysterious, "bruwm- bruwmch- bruwm- bruwmch" noise in the kitchen.
(The landlord just replaced the broken dishwasher and I thought we were breaking it again.)

Instead, I found this scene...

The person who must have needed this chair was nowhere to be found.

Let's have a closer look shall we?


Yep. Mr. Two -Year- Old climbed out of bed to make himself
a 'tawburee' milkshake, pushed buttons on the blender and
viola- the kitchen was covered in pink.
Milk and 'tawburees' were shakin' all over the place, from floor to ceiling.
When I called out "Who did this?"
He snuck around the corner and with a mile wide grin, answered. "Me did!"
This time routine went
1) change jammies,
2) lights out
3) celebrate sleeping child with strawberry milkshake

Cheers!

2 comments:

Julia said...

Pete, Mom, Dad, myself and a few of my co-workers are still laughin about this one. We just can't get over the powers of a two year old!

mandy said...

glad someone got a laugh out of it :0 it wasn't so funny staring at the newly plastered kitchen in pink!