Who Wants Cake???

I can't believe I'm attempting to manage another blog, but I felt compelled after this morning's "incident." This blog is going to be all about Jeremiah and his antics. He is my only boy in the mix of 5 children. He is outnumbered by 3 older sisters and a baby sister, yet he holds his own and at times I have to wonder if he doesn't have several clones of himself running around. I say this because he is my child who makes a mess or gets into something and by the time I have found that mess and beginning cleaning it, he has already made 4 more. I love my son, but God knew what He was doing to have given us another girl this last time around.


Anyway, today is the first day of recording all of Jeremiah's schemes and such. At the moment, I do not find this funny...which is usually how I initially feel about all his other incidents when they first occur. However, after an hour, a few hours, a few days, or maybe even a few months, I have to chuckle when I think of some of the things he has said or done. I'm still "cooling" down from this morning's escapade. And the story goes...

Today is Tuesday--Lydia's school day. It is also a day that Nana works so instead of being able to leave Jeremiah and Sophia with someone while I take Lydia to school, I have to get all three munchkins ready and loaded up for the 6 minute drive, 2 minute drop-off, and 6 minute return drive. I'm usually pressed for time on these mornings because let's face it, getting 3 children (under the age of 5) diaper changed/pottied, fed breakfast, and dressed doesn't always go smoothly when each child has their own agenda. This morning was going well, in fact so well that I shouldn't be surprised when what I'm going to tell you happened.

I had all three kids dressed and pretty much ready to go. I had Sophia all buckled into her carrier, and Lydia and Jeremiah were watching Sesame Street. I ran upstairs to change clothes. When I came back down, I noticed that Jeremiah was gone from the keeping room. I heard the sink running in the restroom and figured he had done his morning "business." I was slipping on my flip-flops as he came skipping out of the restroom. I looked up and noticed that he had chocolate around his mouth...and before you let your imagination wander, it was definitely chocolate. I asked him where he got the candy, and he just gave me a shrug. Lydia piped up and reminded me that I had not put her bows in her pigtails. She's my diva. I told Jeremiah that I would clean him up as soon as I got back down with Lydia's bows. Up the stairs I ran again. By the time I got back down with the bows, in less than a minute's time, Jeremiah had more chocolate on his face and hands. I was puzzled because I knew we had gathered all the candy out of baskets and ziplocked them. In fact I could see all the ziploc bags accounted for on the counter and not a single one was opened. As I headed down the back hallway towards the restroom with Jeremiah in tow, out of the corner of my eye I noticed a wooden stool in the butler's pantry as we passed. We don't keep a wooden stool in butler's pantry. That's when I discovered the source of chocolate. My sister Cammie had brought over a Double Chocolate Fantasy Fudge cake for our Easter Sunday gathering. There had been roughly a quarter of the cake left. It was on the butler's pantry. Cover gone. Sliver of cake had been cut. Crumbs and frosting...EVERYWHERE. Counter. Stool. Floor. Wall. Door moulding. Jeremiah's face and hands.

I whirled around and asked Jeremiah what he was thinking when he got into that cake. "Mommie, I love chocolate cake! It's good," he replied. I struggled between blowing a gasket and rolling laughter. Mad because we had to get out the door to get Lydia to school on time which left no time to clean the mess until I got back home. On the verge of laughter because hey, I love chocolate cake too...and it WAS good. And it was a priceless, honest answer from my soon to be 3 year old son. Needless to say, we got Lydia to school on time, and I had a big chocolate mess waiting to be cleaned when I got home. It has been 45 minutes since the Invasion of DCFC (Double Chocolate Fudge Cake) 2010, and there are no longer any signs of the incident. The only recording of the incident is now tucked away in my memory (and maybe Jeremiah's), and once that is long gone, I'll be able to read about it in this blog.