October 25, 1978 - “Rudy” Claims the Prize

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I think my husband clearly claims the prize from my son.  We will see for sure, though, in another year from now. At least you see where my son gets all of his busyness from!

 

One Hour in the Life of My Husband – age 2 – 25 October 1978

(Written by his mother)

 3:25      My husband (we will call him “Rudy”) took 5 apples out of the fridge – took a bite of each – wrapped a rubber band around one of them. 

3:30      He took apart his baby sister’s pacifier with his teeth into 3 pieces.   (The BABY SISTER is 2 months old.) 

3:35      He got a small package of cheese and crackers and opened it – put the crackers in the middle of the kitchen floor and left them. 

3:40      He screamed for me to open a can of peaches, and cried because I took them out of the can and put them in a dish – got a cup of water from the cooler, opened the dishtowel drawer and climbed up on it to get on the counter – put the water into an empty margarine tub to drink it – ate two pieces of peach, took a bite of apple, got down and took a dart gun and started shooting me. 

3:45      His older brother (age 6) came in from the TV room carrying the baby and said that she had thrown up all over her clothes and blanket. 

3:47      Rudy took the laundry basket and turned it upside down on the floor and put his apples and a cup under it – started to put the open can of peaches under it and I took them away from him – he got mad and pulled the front part of the dishtowel drawer off.  His baby sister started to cry and when he came to look at her, he noticed his crackers on the floor and started eating them. 

3:50      I started to change the baby’s clothes and the phone rang.  It was for his oldest sister (age 13) and a friend wanted her to call back at a certain number.  Holding the baby in my left arm, I tried to write the number with my right hand (I’m left handed) – his older sister came in and I gave her the message – she couldn’t read my writing. 

3:55      I took off the baby’s clothes and diaper and there was diarrhea everywhere – sent Rudy for a new diaper. 

3:57      The oldest sister came in and asked if she could go down to the school.  I told her to take the 6 year old brother, too.  Seeing that Rudy had forgotten all about getting the diaper, I sent the oldest sister to get one.  She brought it back and she and the older brother left.  The baby started to cry.  I finished changing her. 

4:00      Rudy screamed from the TV room.  I called him and told him to come here in the kitchen – he said goodbye and headed for the front door.  The baby started to cry again and I noticed she had spit up again.  I moved the cheese and crackers off of her and wiped her mouth – picked her up and went out the front door after Rudy.  Found him across the street with two friends.  Went and got him.  He refused to come in the house without his giant Tonka truck.  Finding that it was too heavy he yelled, “Help, Mom!” wanting me to carry it. 

4:05      Finally got Rudy in – when I took the Tonka truck in my left hand, holding the baby in my right, he decided that since his hands were now free, he wanted to bring his big wheel in, too.  I opened the back door to put him and his toys in the backyard, and Shotsi (the dog) got in.  I put the baby down to get Shotsi out and she started to cry – picked her up and she spit up on me twice. 

4:10      Went to finish dressing the baby – put the baby in her swing and broke a fingernail. 

4:15      Started for the bathroom to comb my hair – I had washed it earlier and hadn’t combed out the tangles after the towel fell off – noticed Rudy in the backyard tearing a paper plate into little pieces. 

4:20      Father came home and I unlocked the front screen to let him – went into the bathroom to comb my hair, and Rudy and Shotsi came in.  Rudy turned on the water and squeezed cuticle cream on his muddy hands, spilling some on the floor – he wiped his hands on the cabinet.  I washed his hands and the cabinet, and took him out of the bathroom and shut the door – Father took him out to the backyard.

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