That again!?

Bedtime was swiftly approaching, and Hobie’s diapers were still cycling through the dryer. After quite the week with serious school struggles between myself and a certain Ibis, and a Monday holiday and Tuesday spent mostly away from home, I was running a little behind on the laundry. So Hobie was running around in the nude (like you’ve never had nude toddlers in your house), and I was enjoying a few minutes with Facebook, reading all the happy success stories of my friends’ kids doing happy successful things in their potties. I turned around, and there was Hobie, standing over a suspicious brown lump on the rug, completely mortified. Of course, he had no clue that said brown lump had been deposited there by he himself. Ten minutes later, the initial spot on the rug, the other spot on the rug that occurred as he plopped down [ahem] still a mess to play while I was doing my best impression of a panicked octopus (the 8 legs part, not the ink part), Hobie, the changing table, and I were once again cleaned up and ready for take two. No pun intended.

Let’s pretend these are his Thomas jammies

His special night time diapers were finally dry and available for application. I ran the little streaker down and enticed him with the Thomas the Train pajamas that we bought several months ago, before he’d ever heard of trains. “Choo choo?” he asked tentatively. “Yep, choo choos!” Once wrangled on, he was again on the move. “Choo choo! Choo choo! CHOO CHOO!” Pointing right at the TV. No doubts on what he wanted. Thanks to Ibis and Coral, he now knew that this amazing miraculous choo choo lived in the TV. Thank goodness it happened to be the ten minutes allotted on Sprout for Thomas. This is his first-ever request to watch TV; it was cute for about two seconds, because I know this is only the beginning.
I am so not ready for another Thomas lover. Really, I’m not.
Alexei, circa 2005
The best part of the night? Hobie was sitting on the couch fully absorbed in the TV when Ibis came out of her room, wanting to know what all the fuss was about. He looked right at her and yelled, “Iba! Bed!”
I guess Thomas is best watched solo.

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