I stop feeding Chinchilla Jr, put him in his bed, go and help Chinchilla Sr sit on the toilet. Chinchilla Sr suddenly changes his mind, jumps down and tries to run away. I catch him, remind him 5 seconds ago he needed to go, and put him back up. Chinchilla Sr cries <possibly> that life is not fair and I suck, jumps off the toilet again, at the same time trying to get out of my hands, and as I realize insisting is pointless and let him go - he gets into a tantrum, loses balance and falls down on the floor his cheek against the tile.
As he gets air into his lungs to tell me again life is not fair and I suck, before returning to his interrupted tantrum, I quickly walk out, closing the door behind me and instructing him to join me once he's done crying and realized that throwing himself side to side between a toilet, a bath and travertine tile is not worth it and would hurt not me, but him most. Literally.
Meanwhile, Chinchilla Jr has grown impatient and wants the rest of his breakfast. Or coffee. Just as I pick him up and continue with him, Chinchilla Sr appears in the bathroom door with a bleeding lip. I freak out, leave Chinchilla Jr right on the nursing chair to run up to Chinchilla Sr and make sure he did not lose a tooth or break his nose.
Chinchilla Sr has his nose intact and his full set of teeth in, and no blisters anywhere on the face, except for the upper swollen lip - which he must have hit his teeth against, when falling. I wash his face, take off the vest with a stain of blood, wipe the blood from the floor and as Chinchilla Sr turns into his highly energetic smart and sly self, hear a boom! sound coming off the nursery.
Chinchilla Jr, apparently having lost us out of sight for a whole minute and started for worry, crawled off the nursing chair backwards. With his legs getting off the chair first. And is now lying on the carpet, telling me life is not fair and I suck.
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The following day Chinchilla Jr manages to roll off the changing table. Since he is actually fastened to his changing pad, the changing pad, which is much bigger than him, somehow gets carried down with him and ends up covering him on the carpet. Chinchilla Jr tells me I'm not fair and life sucks and that I need to do better than just milk if I want him to calm down.
After running around with Chinchilla Jr., panicking and googling what needs to be done and what the risks are, I realize I need to give a call to the pediatrician's office to let them know we're running late for the scheduled flu shot for Chinchilla Sr. For some reason my call can't go through and I can't reach anyone in the office. I leave Chinchilla Jr to the nanny - both are giggling at me panicking and the fact Chinchilla Jr has his trademark smile back on his face allow me to breathe a little deeper, - leave instructions with her, grab Chinchilla Sr and drive off to the pediatrician.
Chinchilla Sr gets his thigh poked - it's getting harder to control him, as he's much stronger and smarter than a year ago. He cries that nothing is fair nowadays and everything sucks, but only until the nurse leaves the room. Both Chinchillas do it - must be some sort of self-worked out strategy of getting rid of strangers with needles. Later today, in the middle of the night he will develop an adverse reaction to this shot...
But now I want him to calm down and feel better and walk in the snow in our drive way and across the street with him. He wants to walk in the stream of melted snow: grabs my hand, pull me towards him, hears a crow and says "Varrooon" with very much French accent and pronunciation, and - I can't say no to him.
Spend the next 20 minutes running in the snow and in the water. I need to be in the office - needed to have been there a while ago - so after continuing taking Chinchilla Sr into coming home, I grab him and walk with him across the house to the patio. The bribe works for a short while. He wants to get down into the backyard, but the stairs are covered with 4 inches of sticky snow and I've had enough of one kid falling down this morning already.
I tell him he can walk around the patio as much as he wants, but block the way to the stairs with a folded patio chair. He gets through just for the sake of it, pretends he does not hear and tries to escape. The rebellious attempt gets him back indoors without boots, hat and jacket and... screaming.
Screaming so hard Chinchilla Jr, who has finally fallen asleep after almost an hour of trying - is woken up. And tells us all life is not fair and we suck.
Rebot.
Repeat.
I'll miss these days.
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