What do you do when you live with a couple destroying angels?
Yes, I actually need an answer to that question.
My almost 2 and 4 1/2 year old take everything apart, everywhere and I think I'm going insane. They get busy making messes while I'm still trying to deal with the last one. You'd think I've had enough 2 and 4 year olds to have this figured out, but I don't.
Friday, November 16, 2012
Mom, it's an EMERGENCY!
A couple of years ago my husband and I were out in the garage working on a project while our older children were playing at friends' houses and our younger children were taking naps in the house. We were just finishing up when our son
While sitting here trying to decide what to write, my 2 year old son, who was supposed to be asleep in his crib, walked in. He said, "I'm awake now". Which was, well, quite obvious. I asked if he climbed out of the crib, a skill I'm beginning to think he has learned. He said, "Yes". Then he handed me a child size version of a hard hat, like those worn on construction site, for me to wear. I dutifully put the hat on my head and smiled at my son. He said, "You're pretty". I thanked him, he said "You're welcome", he took back his hat and left the room. It's hard to be mad sometimes.
It reminds me of the other day when I was bringing him in from the car. He wanted to stay out front to play, but since I wasn't going to be out there with him I flung him over my shoulder and started to carry him to the house.
He was protesting so I cajoled, "Peter, just let me love you".
"No, mom, don't love me", he replied angrily.
"Oh, I love you, Peter!" I persisted.
In the same angry sounding voice, each word emphasized, "Mom, I love you, too!"
While sitting here trying to decide what to write, my 2 year old son, who was supposed to be asleep in his crib, walked in. He said, "I'm awake now". Which was, well, quite obvious. I asked if he climbed out of the crib, a skill I'm beginning to think he has learned. He said, "Yes". Then he handed me a child size version of a hard hat, like those worn on construction site, for me to wear. I dutifully put the hat on my head and smiled at my son. He said, "You're pretty". I thanked him, he said "You're welcome", he took back his hat and left the room. It's hard to be mad sometimes.
It reminds me of the other day when I was bringing him in from the car. He wanted to stay out front to play, but since I wasn't going to be out there with him I flung him over my shoulder and started to carry him to the house.
He was protesting so I cajoled, "Peter, just let me love you".
"No, mom, don't love me", he replied angrily.
"Oh, I love you, Peter!" I persisted.
In the same angry sounding voice, each word emphasized, "Mom, I love you, too!"
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