Monday, June 18, 2012

Ian Claycomb is Three!

Ian Claycomb is Three!
Originally uploaded by Ryan Claycomb
Ian Claycomb celebrates being 3

Friday June 15

10:00 a.m. I have a cold! Get stool from the bathroom, carry it to the tissue box in the
living room. Remove as many tissues as I can before Mommy catches me.

12:00 p.m. Go to grocery store with Mommy. Run shrieking down the aisles: “You
can’t get me! You can’t get me! I running away!”

1:30 p.m.Refuse to take nap.

2:00 p.m.Refuse to take nap.

2:30 p.m.Refuse to take nap.

3:00 p.m.Make cookies with Mommy. Yumm! Eat chocolate chips whenever
Mommy’s back is turned. Then turn the mixer on while blade is up, not in
the bowl. Spray entire kitchen and myself with cookie dough. “Mommy!
I all sticky!”

3:15 p.m.Mommy says I can’t help make cookies any more. Get rolling pin out of
drawer instead. Attempt to roll cat flat with rolling pin.

4:00 p.m.Remove my diaper. Pee on the floor. “Mommy! I peed on the floor!
Clean it!”

4:15 p.m.Remove my diaper again. Pee on the floor and the sofa. “Mommy! I
peed again! I did! Clean it!”

7:30 p.m.Bedtime. Hit Mommy in the leg with Batman action figure.

7:31 p.m.Mommy says I get no books at bedtime tonight because I hit her. Time for
huge temper tantrum.

7:35 p.m.Mommy goes away and Daddy comes in to put me to bed. “No Daddy!
Not you! Go away!”

Saturday June 16

5:30 a.m.Wake up time! “Mommy, wake up!”

10:30 a.m.Fall off chair outside in back yard and scrape my arm. “It hurts! It hurts!
I need a bandaid! I need medicine! It hurts! No I don’t LIKE the
bandaid! It hurts! My very bad cut hurts!”

12:30 p.m. Stick pea up my nose. Try to get it out and push it up further. Mommy
gets a tissue and makes me blow my nose. The pea comes out. Daddy
says not to ever do that again.

1:00 p.m.Refuse to take nap

1:30 p.m.Refuse to take nap

2:00 p.m.Refuse to take nap.

2:30 p.m.Refuse to take nap. Accidentally lock myself in my room.

3:00 p.m.Scissors! I love to cut things with scissors! Can I cut the cat?

6:30 p.m.Dinner time. I eat waffle with sprinkles on it. Tip the waffle up so the
sprinkles all fall off into my mouth. Many sprinkles fall on the floor.

Sunday Jun 17

8:30 a.m.Eat muffins. Spill crumbs in six-foot radius around chair. Sit on
chocolate chip and get big smear of chocolate on my shorts.

8:35 a.m.Mommy takes my shorts. “Give them back! No! I need my shorts!”

8:36 a.m.Mommy puts my shorts back on me. They have a wet spot! I do not like
my shorts! “Take them off! Put them in the laundry!”

9:00 a.m.Pretend to be a giant. Stomp around the house shouting “Boom! Boom!”
Giants are bad. They hit things. I hit something! I hit Daddy.

9:01 a.m.Say sorry to Daddy for hitting. Daddy says to go play in my room. Go to
bathroom instead, get out Lilah’s lipstick. Paint lipstick all over myself,
my clothes, my diaper, the floor . . . the lipstick breaks off in a big chunk.
Lilah comes in. She says I was very naughty.

9:05 a.m.Take bath.

1:00 p.m.Refuse to take nap.

1:30 p.m.Refuse to take nap.

2.:00 p.m.Try to climb Mommy and pull both her and her chair over onto the floor.
Mommy screams and falls down. Lilah starts to cry. Daddy comes in and
says I was naughty. “What I do?”

3:00 p.m.Play board game with Collie and Lilah. Lie on game board and kick all
pieces in all directions with my feet. This is a very fun game.

4:30 p.m.Collie and Lilah and Mommy are on the porch. They are reading a book.
I want to read a book with them. Try to go out on the porch with them.
Accidentally lock them on the porch.

7:00 p.m.Take bath. Pee in the bath. Attempt to drink the bathwater.

8:00 p.m.Bedtime. Mommy snuggles in my rocking chair with me. She is sleepy.
I am not sleepy at all. I do not need to go night-night. I am not sleepy . . .


Edris Goolsby Harrell, Ph.D. said...

Well, he certainly SOUNDS like a 3 year old!

Rosemary said...

OK, this needed to come with a warning: "Do NOT read in a public place, unless you don't mind perfect strangers hearing you snort when you laugh." Hilarious. And poor Mommy.