We all make mistakes.

We had our first big boy mess. 

I have always been very careful to make sure markers, or any and all writing utensils are always put away after they are used. My slip up began with the brilliant "Bedtime Checklist" I made. It has Connor's (and Bella's) night time routine on it; Pajamas, Brush Teeth, Potty, Story, and Prayers. Next to each word is a little picture. And Connor likes to color on the picture (instead of the check box), when he has completed something on his list. He loves it, and it has helped us, as parents, to remember his routine and complete it every night! 

My first mistake being that I left the red dry erase marker, in his room. HIGH on the top of a shelf the night before. UNDERESTIMATING my son, by thinking he could never reach it. 

My second mistake being that after a time out in his room that day, I LEFT him in his room; thinking that the SILENCE I was hearing meant he had fallen asleep. 

My third mistake being that I was DISTRACTED with the phone and NEVER checked on him. 

Thereby I shouldn't have been in complete and utter shock as I was when my two year old came out covered in marker. Apparently he had climbed the shelves to the top, I assume in attempts to reach a book, and discovered that a little further of a climb would claim him a red marker trophy. He led me into his new red room. EVERY wall had a huge spot of red scribbles, along with the chair, a book, futon, door, blinds, closet and floor! I have no pictures of the disaster in his room considering I was seriously not in the mood to document this said event, in my frenzied state. 

A very sad and scared and tired little boy napped, as Mommy cooled down and cleaned. Then I snuggled my sleeping boy and realized that "We all make mistakes." And mine were a lot bigger than his that day. He was very sorry and promised to "never use marker again". 

We had a long talk about drawing and where to draw when Daddy came home, and Daddy gave Connor a long bath in an attempt to clean up his red marker-ed body.

(Notice the colored toe nails, below!)           

I am trying hard at this Mom Job and it isn't always easy and I can't pretend I never just lose it. But I am happy to say that I am learning and that my little boy makes we want to try very hard to be the very best Mommy possible. 

I love being called "Mommy" all day long and I am learning new lessons all the time. The biggest lesson being PATIENCE; as my two year old grows, learns, rebels, and loves each and every new day.