He's Baaaaack!

Oh my gravies, have I really not blogged all summer long???? Oh dear, so much has gone on and I don't know if I can recall it all. *Sigh* My blogs have become a casualty of BMS (Busy Mom Syndrome) again.
Do not be fooled by the lack of entries, Jeremiah is still up to no good and has been all summer long, but we did just get over a two week span where he was sick and didn't get into anything. I can't believe I'm actually thinking/saying/typing this, but I missed my rambunctious, curious, mischief making little boy and all of his shenanigans, even the destrucive ones. It was so painful to see him lose the liveliness that has always been, well, him. He was so sick with a stomach virus that he didn't feel like doing anything. Fear not, he is back and getting into more mischief than ever. Praise God!

****News flash: We interrupt this current thought to bring you a blogworthy incident or two that occurred this summer****

I just remembered a few things that I didn't post about over the last 3 months. We had what some might call interior decorating issues with the Mai-Mai this summer. One day, couldn't tell you which day or what month it was in, I walked into my bedroom to put laundry away. I was hit with the overpowering smell of nail polish. Ran to my bathroom to seek out the mess that I knew would greet me. Nothing. No polish anywhere. Huh? I looked under my vanity to make sure none of my polish had spilled. Everything in order. Looked around Peter's vanity area. All clear. Checked our two trash cans. Empty. I was confused. I proceeded to put away the laundry, and began to wonder if I had imagined the smell of nail polish. That kind of stuff can happen, right??? I finish up, head downstairs, and feed the kids lunch. Then it's nap time. My favorite time of day. I shuffle the littles up to their room and get them tucked into their bunks and get Sophia settled into her crib. I usually try to get other househould cleaning or things taken care of when the kids nap, but this particular day, well, I feel like napping too. I head into my room and am again hit with the smell of fresh nail polish and for the life of me can't figure out where the smell is coming from. I move to my side of the bed and am greeted with polish pandemonium...all over my carpet!!! Bright green. Everywhere. I must have let out a strangled cry, because when I turned to leave my room to find the culprit, there was Jeremiah peeking around the doorway into my room. After some questioning, he finally confessed. Gave him a spanking and sent him back to his room for nap. As for me, there would be no nap that day. Only two hours of scrubbing polish out of the carpet by hand and then another 30 minutes of using the carpet cleaner. Did you know that green nail polish leaves a yellow tint behind? So now I have a lovely area of yellow tinted carpet in my bedroom. Time to invest in a runner.

There's more. That same evening, Peter had to run the carpet cleaner again because Jeremiah dumped dishsoap on the spot that was yellow because he was trying to help clean up his mess. FYI, liquid dishsoap and carpet cleaners...they don't do well together.

THENNNN, that same week on Sunday morning, I was called away from my W3 study because Peter had an emergency on his hands. Emergency=Jeremiah getting into Elle's yellow fabric paint in the playroom and painting a 10x10 area of the carpet, the legs of a coffee table, his clothing, and a throw pillow for one of the couches. 3 hours of dilligent scrubbing and carpet cleaning by my hubby and myself managed to pretty much clean up the area. A person probably wouldn't even notice the slight yellow tint to the carpet in some areas unless we pointed it out. An hour after that mess was cleaned up, Jeremiah wrote on my walls, a step stool, and one of Lydia's Build-A-Bear animals with marker.

I'll quit now. There must be a blog entry length limit, right? Besides, I'll no doubt have something blogworthy happen between now and tomorrow. That's just life with Jeremiah, and I wouldn't have it any other way.