Just need to vent about this particular (yet typical) day in my wild child's life (more like the life of his mother who has lost all patience):
- He already has a huge shiner from an outdoor fall over the weekend (which also included cactus pricks in the bum).
- I hear him yelling and banging downstairs to find he has locked himself in his room (why do we have a lock on our kid's room?? Maybe we should reverse it so we can lock them in). Pick the lock to find him hiding in his closet squealing for joy ripping the clothes off the hangers.
Side note: 5 neighbor boys chasing through the house in super hero costumes at the same time. Yep, my turn for playgroup.
- Few minutes later find him dumping out my purse and opening every piece of gum in the pack, biting off pieces and spitting them out.
- After several attempts at a nap with no success, we take to driving around...no luck. Bottle is propelled across the car at my head (nothing new here). Attempt to take him in a store where he rips all the jewelry off the shelf. We leave.
- Head to my parent's house (in hope of a break), where he slams his fingers in the piano lid and climbs out of the portable crib (a first)...insane as I am, attempt another errand (when will I learn??). He's happily eating Tic Tacs when I turn away for a few minutes and he's swapped them out for a bottle of Advil (which he somehow opened and is munching away on). Call Poison Control...didn't eat enough to worry them. Phew.
- After yelling "MINE MINE MINE" at everyone around him (all day long) and hitting us all (love hits of course)...I finally got my break. Escaped to a great, "feel-good" movie. The Blind Side. Loved it. The flick and much-needed ESCAPE. Then sweet dreams for crazy man so he can regain energy for round 2 tomorrow.
Now you see the big, black eye is very fitting for him. This boy needs a permanent football helmet, mouth guard and leash. And I need a nanny, make that 3!
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Don't forget to mention: as we are taking him home last night, you unfortunately had to wake him up from his much awaited slumber and the first thing he says is, "Paige" in a whisper followed by a nice smack in the mouth... I am so glad my nephew loves me so much that all he wants to do when he first wakes up is hit me in the face.
I am feeling anxiety reading about it! You are a TROOPER! Good thing Mason is the cutest kid out, or else he might be in real trouble! You are awesome that you can just laugh it off...hats off to you! I miss you!!! Lets play soon!
God help you in the years to come.........
i am definitely not ready for kids, definitely. Mason is such a little stinker!
Oh no... it looks like your getting the "terrible two's" a little to early! Feel free to keep venting, cause I would to!
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