one of those days...

A couple weeks ago, my Tuesday was just "one of those days". You know what I mean. It was the kind of day when nothing seemed to go the way I hoped it would. It began with a very fussy Dylan. I decided to go upstairs and get dressed so that we could go outside to enjoy the nice weather. While walking down the stairs (less than 5 minutes later) I heard Dylan saying, "no, no, no" repeatedly. Hmm...what could that mean? I saw he had a red crayon in his hand and what followed next made me quite angry. Take a look at the picture and you will understand why. There were two large spots on our light carpet where Dylan decided to add some color. After taking the crayon away from Dylan, I put him out in our screened in porch (right next to the family room where the "crayon incident" had just taken place so that he could play out there and not be exposed to the OxyClean carpet spot cleaner fumes--not that I should be either, I suppose. OxyClean was put to the test and it won! So, I now recommend that carpet cleaner to anyone who has a child who might use non-washable (my mistake) crayon on areas other than paper.

Our day continued outdoors rather uneventfully for a short time after the aforementioned incident occurred and was put to rest. After a dirt throwing incident (straight at Mommy), we enjoyed the beautiful, sunny spring day until...Dylan fell down a few of the steps outside our back deck leading to our backyard. Oh no! Poor little guy skinned his nose during the tumble which brought us back inside to clean up. We washed his hands so that he wouldn't get the dirt on the raw skin of his nose and we had to clean up since we had to stay out of the sun for...nearly a week until the skin on his nose healed! It was hard to stay in on some of those beautiful sunny days we had that week. It was also hard to tell Dylan that we couldn't go out in the sun when he's learned to bring his shoes to me, say "shoes" and "outside" while motioning to the door. I definitely felt bad.

It was a rough day but we made it. It wasn't the first rough day we've ever had nor will it be the last. I am grateful to say that Dylan's such a pleasure and a joy for us regardless of how each day pans out. On the days when he tries my patience the most, I have to remember that I have a God who never gives up on me and whose patience never runs out.