Tater and Tot

Just a little dirt from my Tater Patch.


So, Did You Wonder?

I obviously haven't been posting regularly for the past few months, and was wondering if you all have played detective to figure out why...

Did you:

  • wonder if I was pregnant?




Okay, so it's official. I'm a bad mom. It's 10:30. It's late, late, waaaayyy late, and my kids are still up. Tater is trying with all of her might to keep her eyes open. She had no nap today and has been up since before her four hours of preschool. She just laid down in the floor because she may not make it for another moment on this side of awake. Tot is full of rambunctious energy; laughing, giggling, running from room to room. Perhaps this is a direct result of a nap that lasted until after 7:00. I'm not sure.

The PaTato is getting the girls ready for bed. He changes one. He changes the other. He P.J.'s one. He gets ready to P.J. the other. He heads for the bathroom/laundry room/clean clothes catch all room. Ummm, the door is locked. Both of the children are on this side of the door and both of the parents are on this side of the door. This means that there is no one on the other side of the door to unlock it.

This is no problem, you see, because we keep the key to that particular bathroom door on the ledge above. For times just like this.

Times like this that do not include PaTato accidently knocking the key into the tiny gap between the wall and the door frame. Because we don't necessarily prepare for times like these.

PaTato is walking pretty much in circles trying to find something to either get the key out of the gap or unlock the door. He is having luck with neither. Tater wants to be held. Tot is following him to the point of being underfoot, giggling with glee. This is obviously some sort of game? PaTato is looking for the screwdrivers that used to stay in a particular little spot in the stairwell to the basement. They haven't been there since, oh, before the last time he asked me where they were. Maybe they are lost in a gap somewhere. It is then that I realize he is planning to take the doorknob off of the door. Surely there is another option, I think.

Me: Why don't you try one of the wooden skewers in the drawer?

Him: It won't work.

Me: Are you sure? I would just try it.

Him: It won't work.

Me: I think you should try.

Him: How do you know it will work? Have you tried it before? It won't work.

Me: I just think you should do it.

Him: (after getting the skewer) So what should I do with it? It has to turn. So how do I make it turn? It won't work.

Me: Just stick it in there and find the "click."

Him: (mumble, mumble, grumble, grumble) It's not going to work.

It works.

Me: (smirk)

Guess what's on top of the ledge of the doorframe.

A wooden skewer.

Because it does, in fact, work.