How much damage can one 3 year old really do during a 30 minute hospital visit...let me walk you through it.
3 minutes upon entering my hospital room he begins to eat a chocolate donut, which promptly ends up all over his face, his shirt, his hands and the floor; where he steps on it, and tracks little Silas footprints all over the hospital room. Interesting to see all the places a 3 year old walks to in such a small room! Eventually chocolate ends up on several walls, a chair, on the white sheets of my hospital bed and the bathroom door.
7 minutes in he decides it's time to wash his hands and heads for the bathroom. 3 minutes and a swimming pool later, Jason is in the bathroom unplugging the washcloth from the bottom of the sink and mopping up the bathroom floor.
12 minutes in he decides he needs to go potty and stands in front of the toilet trying to "make the pee-pee come out." When this doesn't work and he gets bored, he flushes the toilet several times to see the "woolpool" (whirlpool) that is made by the high-velocity flushing.
14 minutes in a nurse comes rushing into the room toward the bathroom and is stopped dead in her tracks when she sees the naked bum of a 3 year old with his pants around his ankles standing in front of the toilet. Apparently Silas had pulled the emergency call button in the bathroom which had paged every nurse of the entire floor that I had fallen in the bathroom and need assistance! Sure enough, Silas is pointing at the flashing red light on the wall next to the call button. "Look! Ets bwinking!"
16 minutes in after washing his hands again, Silas decides to fiddle with the handle on the bathroom door. Somehow he locks it from the inside, and closes it!
17 minutes in Silas has now migrated to me. He has decided to come and "cuddo" (cuddle) with me, but is quickly sidetracked by the array of interesting buttons on the side of my bed. Soon, I find myself being moved up and down, over and over and over again; and eventually I end up nearly sandwiched with my nose practically touching my feet. After we all nearly go deaf from him turning up the television....I threaten him with his life if he doesn't leave the buttons alone.
21 minutes in a nurse pages my room to make sure I am alright because Silas has somehow found the emergency call button on the side of my bed and pressed that one as well!
23 minutes in a nurse brings me a glass of milk, an ibuprofen and a colace. Silas decides he's thirsty and helps himself to my milk, which within 30 seconds flat, slips from his pudgy little fingers and ends splattered all all over the floor, the bed and himself!
27 minutes in Silas calmly says to me, "Mom, dewes someting en my nose."
"Do you need to blow your nose?"
"No, I don't need to bwow my nose, dewes someting en et."
"Is it a booger Si?"
"No, ets wed (red)."
"What do you mean there's something in your nose that is red? Silas! Did you put something up your nose?"
"Yep."
I quickly glance on my bedside tray, and sure enough my small round colace is missing.
"Silas, did you put mom's medicine up your nose?"
"Yep."
"Jason! Silas put my colace up his nose." In the meantime Si tries sniffing the colace further up his nose.
"No Si! Don't do that, you need to blow it out. Here plug this side of your nose like this, now blow....blow again....blow really, really, hard."
Nothing was working and I was beginning to panic. "Well it's a good thing were in the hospital", I said to Jason under my breath as he was trying to get the bathroom door unlocked. Once the door was open, Jason worked his magic with a pair of tweezers and lots of blowing and the colace was out!
I guess it's a good thing I only have babies every 3 years.
3 minutes upon entering my hospital room he begins to eat a chocolate donut, which promptly ends up all over his face, his shirt, his hands and the floor; where he steps on it, and tracks little Silas footprints all over the hospital room. Interesting to see all the places a 3 year old walks to in such a small room! Eventually chocolate ends up on several walls, a chair, on the white sheets of my hospital bed and the bathroom door.
7 minutes in he decides it's time to wash his hands and heads for the bathroom. 3 minutes and a swimming pool later, Jason is in the bathroom unplugging the washcloth from the bottom of the sink and mopping up the bathroom floor.
12 minutes in he decides he needs to go potty and stands in front of the toilet trying to "make the pee-pee come out." When this doesn't work and he gets bored, he flushes the toilet several times to see the "woolpool" (whirlpool) that is made by the high-velocity flushing.
14 minutes in a nurse comes rushing into the room toward the bathroom and is stopped dead in her tracks when she sees the naked bum of a 3 year old with his pants around his ankles standing in front of the toilet. Apparently Silas had pulled the emergency call button in the bathroom which had paged every nurse of the entire floor that I had fallen in the bathroom and need assistance! Sure enough, Silas is pointing at the flashing red light on the wall next to the call button. "Look! Ets bwinking!"
16 minutes in after washing his hands again, Silas decides to fiddle with the handle on the bathroom door. Somehow he locks it from the inside, and closes it!
17 minutes in Silas has now migrated to me. He has decided to come and "cuddo" (cuddle) with me, but is quickly sidetracked by the array of interesting buttons on the side of my bed. Soon, I find myself being moved up and down, over and over and over again; and eventually I end up nearly sandwiched with my nose practically touching my feet. After we all nearly go deaf from him turning up the television....I threaten him with his life if he doesn't leave the buttons alone.
21 minutes in a nurse pages my room to make sure I am alright because Silas has somehow found the emergency call button on the side of my bed and pressed that one as well!
23 minutes in a nurse brings me a glass of milk, an ibuprofen and a colace. Silas decides he's thirsty and helps himself to my milk, which within 30 seconds flat, slips from his pudgy little fingers and ends splattered all all over the floor, the bed and himself!
27 minutes in Silas calmly says to me, "Mom, dewes someting en my nose."
"Do you need to blow your nose?"
"No, I don't need to bwow my nose, dewes someting en et."
"Is it a booger Si?"
"No, ets wed (red)."
"What do you mean there's something in your nose that is red? Silas! Did you put something up your nose?"
"Yep."
I quickly glance on my bedside tray, and sure enough my small round colace is missing.
"Silas, did you put mom's medicine up your nose?"
"Yep."
"Jason! Silas put my colace up his nose." In the meantime Si tries sniffing the colace further up his nose.
"No Si! Don't do that, you need to blow it out. Here plug this side of your nose like this, now blow....blow again....blow really, really, hard."
Nothing was working and I was beginning to panic. "Well it's a good thing were in the hospital", I said to Jason under my breath as he was trying to get the bathroom door unlocked. Once the door was open, Jason worked his magic with a pair of tweezers and lots of blowing and the colace was out!
I guess it's a good thing I only have babies every 3 years.
1 comment:
That is hilarious! He sounds so much like Caleb when he was going through his "Destructo Boy" stage. Keeps life interesting anyway, doesn't it?
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