I spent a lot of time in the kitchen yesterday. My tiny, tired, and get ready for it…
no-dishwasher-’cause-there-is-no-space-for-it kitchen. I know, I know. What was I thinking when we bought this house?
I could click through this designer’s blog roll all day.
Anyway…
Last night, Riley took a garbage bag full of shredded paper, and used it as “confetti” in her bedroom. It was Friday, which means Seth gets to sleep in her room on the air mattress. Seth, I’m sure, enjoyed the confettit too, but it was all her idea. I wondered why she was so adamant about helping shred all week.
What fun was had! Until I came in and had a meltdown. I seriously will be cleaning this up for years. It clogged the vacuum instantly. Once again, stuff she never would have done at three years old. She’s being quite sassy and defiant as well. Suddenly I have to watch her every second. I have to believe she’s moving through something, and I’m looking forward to seeing what’s on the other side of this.
For now, I’m going to dream about tidy houses, places for everything and everything in their places, beautiful spacious kitchens, and dish washers.
*Mad as I was, a part of me was tickled because Riley has just never done stuff like this. Did I ever tell you about the time I found a half empty paint can and painted the Toyota and everything else in the garage pink…using my ponytail as a brush? I was four. Good times.
Welcome to my world!! and be happy you only have ONE hormonal munchkin struttin’ her stuff…LOL!! 😀
That mess would have made me lose my head, especially when the vacuum cleaner clogged.
I understand that delight/frustration. I am so happy to see the boys acting like boys, but man, have they suddenly turned ROUGH.
Oh dear Lord. Looks like fun/horror for Riley/her mother.
Will you hate me if I laughed at the pictures? Ummm. I mean…if I HAD laughed.
I’m so glad Jerri laughed first, because that’s what I was doing through the whole story. Never a dull moment at your house.
You could say the no dishwasher is a lifestyle choice, I guess. Washing dishes can be meditative. 🙂
Yum, design blogs!
Gulp. Shop vac? It does look like fun though…
I bet the Toyota looked pretty 🙂
I’m sure your parents were so thrilled that you decorated their car for them.
That mess would have made me take a step back! Roc likes to rip up wrapping paper into teeny, tiny shreds and then “play” with them upstairs. I find piles of paper in the strangest places!
Do you remember the time your brothers opened a bean bag chair and had “snow” all over the cellar.
Static cling. It was everywhere, everywhere. Do you remember also tossing your baton through one of the french door panes of glass. or
when you were a baby pouring a whole bottle of maple syrup on grammas new rug. finger lickin good stuff. Ahh the memories.
I spent a lot of time cleaning the confetti last night, Todd spent more time today. I tucked them in just now and it rained confetti again as I turned on the ceiling fan in her room. Apparantly there were piles of it on the blades.
I give up.
Can I use these stories? The confetti, and the hair as paintbrush? Both so brilliant.
Hi, popped over from Hopeful Parents to find you here (what a lovely resource that site is.) I totally get the “tickled” part about how when your ASD kid does something more typical, even if it’s not ideal behavior. I wrote a post about that myself – called “The ‘S’ word is Stupid” on my bog “The Squashed Bologna” (http://thesquashedbologna.blogspot.com)
I love your Mom’s contribution to this story line. Also the ceiling fan update is just so ….well, that’s how it goes sometimes. I have given up on ever having a clean tidy home, at least for the foreseeable future.
See? Apple, tree! Hair as a paintbrush? Inventive!
Oy vey!
I found it interesting that you painted the garage pink and Riley is mad about pink!
Thanks for the kitchen site. I want to paint our kitchen cabinets this color but I am skeered.
http://www.houzz.com/photos/24897/Buckhead-traditional-kitchen-atlanta
xo
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I would have attacked said mess with a broom, not a vacuum. Then, when 95% done, maybe let Riley handle the last 5% with your cheerful help, just to see the cost/benefit ratio more clearly? The fan detail is priceless… and remember, a spotless home can be intimidating… creativity requires a little chaos!
I did a few similar things right around that age, oddly enough. Good to know I’m at least in good company!
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Riley was helping plenty, the night of…with her bare hands!
: )
I’ve decided that the ‘terrible twos’ have nothing on the ‘terrible tens.’ Eve is just as sneaky and defiant these days. Yikes!
I have nothing but respect for you… they’d of put me an institution as soon as I saw her room… the… fan would have sent me to smoking crack….