I'm beginning to fathom why they call them the 'terrible twos.' I still think that a two year old is probably more terrific than terrible, but I'm developing a healthy understanding of the terrible part.
Noah turns two in a month (which by the way, is just plain crazy), and he is the best, cutest, sweetest, yummiest, smartest little boy I know. But with that smartness that I so love, comes a great deal of curiosity, which in turn leads to mischief.
In one day he...
- Leaned up against a wet wall of paint, managing somehow to get it all over me too
- Climbed onto our counter, grabbed a glass from our clean dishes and chucked it at the floor, shattering it into a million tiny pieces. Climbed down from the counter, walked in the shattered glass, cut his toe and left little bloody toe prints on the carpet. (All while I took an innocent and necessary trip to the loo.)
- Drew all over our computer screen with pen.
- Shoved his toothbrush down the drain in our bathroom sink, giving it a good clog.
Not an average day, but a day nonetheless. It's very unusual that we have a day when we don't have to go somewhere. We rarely have a day when we don't leave the house. This was one of those rare days, and a dreary wet one at that. Guess I should've anticipated him to go a little stir crazy. He's typically a pretty mild child, so I count my blessings:)
Bring it on TWO!
