and this morning called for extraordinary measures in terms of toddler entertainment.
we did not need to be at my 11 year old’s swim meet until 11:30, and it was still…oh…7:30.
we had run out of things to do.
the big kids were sleeping and that was fine but the wee one was getting ridiculously boistrous.
like, unnervingly loud.
so, i reached way back into my parenting reservoirs, back to when i had clever distracting activities at the tip of my fingers ( read: ten plus years ago ) and remembered water.
water always keeps them busy.
lots of water.
a bath was out, due to the unconscious duo upstairs.
i was still in my pj’s and there was a battalion of landscapers outside, working magic on my neighbour’s property so the dock, without major effort on my lazy, coffee starved behalf was unlikely…so i turned to the sink.
i had to do the dishes first ( yay for two bird with one stone scenarios ) but once that was accomplished ( god, i hate dishes ) i just added measuring cups and a gentle spray;).
and he was busy.
perched on that chair.
it took him eleven minutes to douse it with water, making it perilous.
necessitating yet another activity change.
but not before he dumped a 3/4 cup of water right over his head, followed by a 2/3 cup right on the passing dog.
eleven lovely, quiet minutes.