Monday, August 2, 2010

52 minutes of chaos

Tonight I made dinner, and put it in the oven. It takes an hour to cook, and after 8 minutes I thought it could be entertaining to document as much of the remaining hour as possible. Fiona kind of gets crazy around 5pm, so it was bound to be an experience... in addition to that, today I started toilet training...

52 minutes to go... Fiona puts shoes on the dog. He's fine with it.

51 Minutes to go... Fiona feels cold, wears dish towel as skirt. Which reminds me... I need to wash this, not just pick it up off the floor, shake it off and hang it back up...

For the next 4 minutes... Fiona covers Brodie with towels...

Then Ben comes home. Parks. Exits the garage. Then... nothing. After a few minutes I realize he's just hanging out outside, talking on the phone, having a conversation which is missing the addition of a 2 year old yelling in the background.

Soon he is home. Yay!! Now to give him a baby to hold and a "to-do" list...

Fiona sits on the potty. Nothing happens.

Fiona was very excited when I put new batteries in the swing today for Adele. She had a tantrum, got up, saw that her rotten sister was still in the swing, had another tantrum, checked on whether Adele was done, had another tantrum... After Adele was finally done, she was ready to have a turn...

40 minutes to go... Fiona requests "Nemo DVD". I told her she had watched enough TV already today, so she tries asking Daddy...

38 minutes to go. She refuses to take no for an answer, and takes matters into her own hands.


36 minutes to go. Fiona sits on the potty. Nothing happens.

33 minutes to go. Fiona plays peek a boo with Adele. With my shirt. Both of them think it is hilarious.

31 minutes to go. Fiona sits on the potty. Nothing happens.

28 minutes to go. I make Fiona a diagram to remind her of the potty rewards system. Ben is concerned that the first two pictures do not adequately indicate that these have to happen in the potty.

26 minutes to go. Fiona draws a kitty and a fish on the diagram.

17 minutes to go. Fiona sits on the potty. MAKES A WEE!! The diagram worked! I will go down in history as a potty training genius. Fiona is rewarded with a chocolate button but ate it before I could get a picture of her triumphant face.


11 minutes to go. Elmo has a big owie. He's wearing Monty's big collar from the vet.

7 minutes to go. Adele is happy. She's just finishing a smile.

5 minutes to go. Elmo is having fun in the swing!

4 minutes to go. Fiona wees on the floor. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? How did you possibly need to go again only 10 minutes after the last time?! And how did you forget where you were meant to be doing it?! And why are you laughing and splashing in it? And is dinner really still not ready?

1 minute to go. Fiona has a time out for kicking/stomping on Brodie. Please, please let dinner be ready soon. Because after dinner comes bed time.

Dinner's ready!

Well, we all made it. And tomorrow we get to do it all over again!




7 comments:

Kate Smith said...

Hilarious! You're going to see me copying your "one hour in the life of" idea because it's so awesome. Then we can compare!

Jamie and Brian said...

Oh Louise, its so great to read your blog and realize I'm not alone... what a great idea of documenting!

Lori said...

After I was done giggling at your 52 minutes of sheer madness. I started thinking...if I were to document any given hour of the day, the chances that I would be sleeping are great. BUT as you want to pull out each of my fingernails one by one, let me remind you that I already did the 2 girl thing with potty training included. You are a wonderful mother and your time to rest will come, I promise :)

Michelle said...

I LOVE this! So funny!

Gena said...

Impressive and informative! I would copy your idea but Aubrey doesn't fill up an hour quite as completely as Fiona does. :)

Johnny Virgil said...

I have to say, I'm extremely impressed by your visual depiction of poo.

Louise said...

Wow, coming from you JV, with your own intimate knowledge of poo, that's quite a compliment!

I'm just grateful that the poo in my life doesn't come in 5 gallon buckets..