Tea...

So, 2 evenings ago, we thought we were going to sit down and have a nice "quiet" dinner as a family. *snickers*

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To preface this little tale , earlier Ryan and I (since the bed frame, dressers, and armoir had been removed from the kitchen) vacuumed AND mopped the entire kitchen floor. And as many of you know, when men do something industrious around the house, it is much more important than if we did it while they were gone to work. So, the clean floor was a REALLY big deal at our house since he had taken part in cleaning it. *more snickers*

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Our church has had revival all week long, so I felt so accomplished for the cleaning job AND having supper ready for the family well before we had to rush off to church. Ryan was being the wonderful husband by helping me set the table up. He had already put Ty in his "Space Saver" highchair (which straps to a kitchen chair to save room. Kind of like a booster seat)

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I was still over by the counter doing the finishing touches while Ryan was setting the table. NOTE: Ryan went ahead and set the tea (gallon jug mind you) on the table as well as some other things. I turned, noticed this, and headed over to move a few things out of Ty's reach...never can you be too careful. Ryan reached the table before me though, and pushed the tea jug back a bit, so I didn't want to redo what he had just done, so I didn't move it any more and simply scooted the other things out of the way before proceeding back to my finishing touches at the counter.

Of course as mommies always do, I was keeping a watchful eye on our little bumpkin already seated at the table.

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Since our table is on the other end of the kitchen I was only able to spin around, throw my hand over my mouth, and gasp while watching the "Tempest in the Tea" show at the table. Ryan, in the meantime, hears me and sprints toward the table, but alas isn't fast enough. (Of course you knew the whole time that he wasn't going to be right?!)

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So, I watch in horror, shock, and *snicker* slight amusement (Ryan is leaping towards the table) as our sweet little angel's chubby hands take hold of the half-full gallon jug of ice-cold sweet-tea and pull it lid and spout first into his lap. Ryan reached the table at that moment managing to save about a fourth of the jug while the other fourth gushed into Ty's lap, highchair, and ALL over our *cough* clean floor.

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Poor Ryan, he's the tea drinker and was devastated by the fact that he then only had about a glass of tea left in the jug to drink with his supper. THEN, to make matters worse, he realizes that it's ALL over the previously-clean floor that HE had helped clean.

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I was still standing over by the sink with my hand over my gaping mouth when I felt the snickers coming on. I mean honestly, did he really think I wasn't going to find the slightest bit of humor in this?

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Well, one little snicker kind of came out in a snort which caused a chain reaction and I burst out laughing. Ryan turned around very furiously and sent me a death look and demanded that I retrieve our dripping son and "clean him up!" So, I did. I rushed through the house holding Ty out in front of me at arms length like he was some kind of stinky substance because of the way he was "leaking" tea all over the place. Once I had stripped his tea-soaked socks and shorts off, I came to the funny part. The behind of his diaper was COMPLETELY saturated with tea. I had NO idea Luvs diapers could hold so much. When I removed his shorts, the diaper SAGGED to the point of almost falling of his bum. Ty was now upset by the whole ordeal and aggravated that we were making such a fuss over spilled tea, but I was in hysterics and laughing uncontrollably.

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Ty and I made it back to the kitchen, (after I recovered my composure) and sat down quietly at the table where Ryan had seated himself AND the food. I glanced around for the highchair only to see it placed out on the back deck. So, Ty sat on the floor beside me while I reached his food down to him. =)

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Ryan wasn't speaking at this point still and would occasionally send me death looks when I would have a relapse and snicker. I finally told him he was going to have to lighten up and that I was SURE he had done something like this when HE was little and that ONE DAY he would finally laugh about it all. By the time our quiet supper meal was over, he had a few chuckles too. He didn't really enjoy the humor of it all until I retold the whole tale to a group of people at the revival that night. lol...

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Thus ends, for the most part, that tale from your stay-at-home-mom! I'll have to post the Part II story about cleaning up the highchair later! Ta-ta!