10.19.2008
Tongue Clippers
To my three loyal blog readers...sorry it has been so long since I've written...it's been a slow,long three months, but I am seeing the light at the end of the tunnel...
So, a couple of days ago, I was tired of the boys fighting, tired of having Jeremy gone on the weekends, and just tired in general...then we discovered "tongue clippers." Tongue clippers are actually just metal tongs, but Keller for some reason declared them "tongue clippers"....and the name stuck. Bored of real toys in the playroom,the boys discovered (with my help...ok- really I handed them to them) the tongs. It really was the longest-played-with-non-fighting toy they had in ages. The best part is that I actually had two, so they werent forced to learn to share every two minutes. They would tongue clip the carpet in the play room(translation: pick up dust mites from carpet nasty), tongue clip random toys and put them in piles (translation: pick up toys from the selection of 50 on the floor and move them from one pile that would not be picked up to another pile that would not be picked up), and even wanted to sleep with the tongue clippers- they each separately asked to do this...here, I did draw the line.
Last night, with Coleman on my lap tongue clipping blocks, and Keller tongue clipping small books suddenly I see this flash of metal and feel a pain in the middle of my forehead. Coleman had missed a block, arm swung up and cut me with the top of the tongs...ouch! I immediately assess my wound and determine a butterfly bandaid should do the trick, I was suprised at how deep it was. As I am scurrying around trying to heal myself Keller and Coleman are both screaming...not because mommy dearest has been wounded...but because in about 2.25 seconds after the incident, I managed to declare our house "tongue clipper free" and replaced the tongs back where they belong...in a kitchen drawer. They were soon distracted however, by the butterfly bandaide placed vertically down the smack dab center of my forehead...our dialogue the rest of the night went something like this:
Coleman: what happened Mommy?
Me: you know what happened.
Coleman: tongue clippers Mommy.
Keller: now Mommy took them away but maybe we'll get more, right Mommy?
one minutes later
Coleman: What happened Mommy?
Me: you know what happened.....
anyways, you get the point- I certainly did...right in my forehead.
So, a couple of days ago, I was tired of the boys fighting, tired of having Jeremy gone on the weekends, and just tired in general...then we discovered "tongue clippers." Tongue clippers are actually just metal tongs, but Keller for some reason declared them "tongue clippers"....and the name stuck. Bored of real toys in the playroom,the boys discovered (with my help...ok- really I handed them to them) the tongs. It really was the longest-played-with-non-fighting toy they had in ages. The best part is that I actually had two, so they werent forced to learn to share every two minutes. They would tongue clip the carpet in the play room(translation: pick up dust mites from carpet nasty), tongue clip random toys and put them in piles (translation: pick up toys from the selection of 50 on the floor and move them from one pile that would not be picked up to another pile that would not be picked up), and even wanted to sleep with the tongue clippers- they each separately asked to do this...here, I did draw the line.
Last night, with Coleman on my lap tongue clipping blocks, and Keller tongue clipping small books suddenly I see this flash of metal and feel a pain in the middle of my forehead. Coleman had missed a block, arm swung up and cut me with the top of the tongs...ouch! I immediately assess my wound and determine a butterfly bandaid should do the trick, I was suprised at how deep it was. As I am scurrying around trying to heal myself Keller and Coleman are both screaming...not because mommy dearest has been wounded...but because in about 2.25 seconds after the incident, I managed to declare our house "tongue clipper free" and replaced the tongs back where they belong...in a kitchen drawer. They were soon distracted however, by the butterfly bandaide placed vertically down the smack dab center of my forehead...our dialogue the rest of the night went something like this:
Coleman: what happened Mommy?
Me: you know what happened.
Coleman: tongue clippers Mommy.
Keller: now Mommy took them away but maybe we'll get more, right Mommy?
one minutes later
Coleman: What happened Mommy?
Me: you know what happened.....
anyways, you get the point- I certainly did...right in my forehead.
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