Pumpkins: An introduction

Pumpkins is three.  Barely. 

He likes to pour out whatever liquid he can get his hands on all over the playroom carpet.  We're not talking about an isolated incident.  It is often.  And messy.

Sunblock
Olive oil
Pam (a personal favorite)
essential oils

Honey

Olive oil

Maple syrup

Dishwashing soap

Pee

Milk
V8 juice

 

I don't know what vendetta he has against berber, but it is fierce and unrelenting.

His big sister told him there are monsters in the bathroom and he currently has two knife sharpening sticks taunting the monster to come out because he has to go pee.

This week when I took all of the children to the pool, Pumpkins had to use the bathroom.  He went into the women's restroom, stripped naked and then came parading out of the bathroom making it half way down the length of the pool before I could reach him with the blue bag of clothes.  The lifeguards thought it was hilarious.  At least he's little enough to have gotten away with it.

Pumpkins is a favorite with several family members.  Grandma Diane loves him specially.  He is named after her father, plus he gives her big loves and asks to see her too...So the feeling is mutual.  Pumpkins is also especially loved by Daddy's best friend Shawn.  Shawn is the bishop of our home ward and found a soft spot for Pumpkins when he ran into his arms and snuggled up to him one day. 

At home its a different story.  Pumpkins will haul off and hit people.  Oosa Buba (12 months) and Barron (5).  Barron is rather scared of Pumpkins when he gets in one of his moods.  He will also hit me, and then when I look at him incredulously, he'll hug me and say, "I love you Mommy!"