He is a SuperDestroyer

Nothing makes this child happier than to go in my closet and yank down anything he can get his hands on. Or he'll empty out my goodwill bags of everything I want to give away but it mixes with the piles of clothes (he so lovingly pulled down) that I want to keep. Argh! It doesn't end there. He now recognizes how much he likes drawers. Kitchen drawers must be closed (even if you're trying to get something out, he'll shut it on your hands), his clothing drawers must be open and empty. We cloth diaper half the time and the only logical place to keep the diapers is in his drawers (before he was pulling everything off the top of his dresser/changing table). Then there are the cabinets. All Tupperware must be strewn about the floor and all doors must be open. There must be at least one jar of peanut butter on the floor we well as 2-5 little blocks. I found 3 baby spoons in his toy boxes (ha ha! I found the stash). Usually there is an unraveled roll of paper towels involved and empty trash bags. Don't even think about leaving the microwave door open (even while pulling out hot oatmeal), he must close it or bat it around until the door doesn't swing past the edge of the counter.

We've been fighting this battle for a long time, pretty much since he became mobile. It's never going to end! Once he's old enough to actually follow instructions, we're going to have another little crazy person who's going to learn lessons of destruction from their brother and THEN two children will be teaching the youngest the tricks of the trade.

August 2007

October 2007

After the chaos is created, he's more than happy to sit quietly... until you try to clean it up. These are the only two pictures I can get to load up right now. I have TONS of the messes he's created and this isn't the half of it. I try to look at the bright side, I'm not the only one. SereneMama had her own disaster the other day and she has 3 children! I can't imagine juggling everything she does PLUS having to clean up the messes (read: Don't Cry Over Spilled Milk).

There is a ray of hope. I've always been jealous of Big Sis. She was able to somehow train Tiny Tot from a very young age (or maybe he did it on his own) to carry his dirty diapers to the trash can. He'll even go get fresh ones for her! AND when Bubble was born, he knew the difference enough to get one for him or for her. Today, I gave Super his diaper and watched to see what he would do. He made a bee line for the trash can and threw it in! Hopefully we can teach him that trash goes in and to stop taking stuff out! Diapers are kept in his rooms trash bin but he loves the kitchen trash can, so much that he broke the lid and now has full access. Luckily, I've noticed more going in than coming out, I just wish I would stop finding his toys among old food, torn up mail and the rest of the random stuff that's in a trash container.

*Sigh*

Well, Grout Daddy and I are having a date night out so I'm going to go primp! We're going back to 5 Seasons and I can't wait. If the food is even half as good as last time, it's worth the past abuse.