POLISH THINGS OFF

I had a momentary lapse of judgement this morning and decided to remove my nail polish in preparation for a reapplication later while Ethan took his nap. That wasn't the problem - I'm quite skilled with the nail polish remover...but Ethan got to 2 of my nail polish bottles & before I knew he had them, he was gleefully clanging the two together as though he was reenacting Sheena E's famous drumb stick performance from the 80's (he's got skills). He only got 2 clicks completed before one of the bottles shattered and flew out of his hand, leaving him holding the application brush. Naturally, I was not thrilled that I had nailpolish & glass particles all over my pants, the carpet, my bedding etc. but deep down inside, I was elated that it was the clear bottle of polish that shattered and not the RED bottle that he was left holding in his other hand.

After carefully removing Ethan from the situation & gathering the larger chunks of glass etc. I pulled out the vaccuum, which as you may know from other posts, just happens to be Ethan's cleaning apparatus of choice these days. He was screaming, wanting to do the run the vacuum by himself...so I worked with some of my best defense moves to try and keep him from walking through what was clearly a mess. It all worked out for the best, and somehow we managed to come out of it with limited polish markings (well, it was clear polish, so...).

We got through that moment only for me to realize that Ethan was closing in on nap time and his blanket & monkey had potentially been compromised by flying shards of glass. The vacuum fit was nothing in comparison to the fit he threw over the monkey & blanket.

I got Ethan some lunch and then sat down to talk him through the fact that his monkey and blanket needed a bath, and wanted to make sure he knew that he would still have all his other stuffed friends in his bed & could choose another temporary special blanket. He said it was ok, but when I came down the stairs with his monkey and blanket, the waterfall of tears started flowing. I got him down from lunch & let him come into the laundry room so he could see them going into the washing machine and around and around in the bath. Typically he loves watching the laundry at work, but not this time...he kept screaming out through his tears "MONKEY - BLANKET - ME ME ME". I thought surely a popcicle would do the trick to take his mind off the torture, but no...he cried uncontrollably for quite some time saying "Monkey, Blanket - no round and round". I got him to calm down finally, but he asked about them almost constantly until his eyes closed. He even had to kiss both of them before they went into the dryer. I wish he'd show me that kind of love. ( ;

After being reunited with his favorite comfort items, Ethan returned to his other current obsession - tying flies. Scot has an entire station dedicated to his hobby of tying flies in our basement (he ties flies for fly fishing, which seems obvious unless you're not aware that Scot is a fly fishing fanatic). We've gotten to the point that almost every time Ethan sees Scot, he will immediately request that they "WRAP"...he's even tried to beg me to help him wrap from time to time - but let's be honest, it's really not my thing. It's so cute to see him taking an interest in the things Scot loves.