My son is 13 months old. He is the most striking, intelligent child. He claps and smiles, he dances to music, he calls the dog by name and he plays with his older sisters. I love him so much; my heart swells with pride and adoration every time I see his tiny little face. Lately though? This miniature man has been the biggest terror of my life!
Maximus is...curious, to put it in a pleasant way. He climbs the chairs, the tables, and any other object he can use to get to the "restricted" stuff. He stretches like gum to reach our cell phones, computer mice, cords, bobby pins, glassware, etc. in order to examine them (which often ends in the demise of the object).
In the last two weeks, my son has:
1) drowned my Glamour magazine in the toilet.
2) smashed a glass bowl on the kitchen floor after swiping it from my dishwasher.
3) pulled a chunk of Hailley's hair out of her head.
4) climbed onto the dining room table to reach my purse and destroyed/eaten its contents.
5) chugged what he could of my 7up, and the rest dripped onto the living room hardwood floor.
6) climbed onto our office chair and removed 11 buttons from my laptop's keypad.
7) terrorized my plant and eaten some of the dirt out of its pot.
I know there are more terrible occurrences, but my mind is repressing them right now. This is an abbreviated list of the activities my son has been up to lately.
Keep in mind that this child is THIRTEEN MONTHS OLD. What other atrocities will my family suffer from as he gains speed, agility and vocal skills?? I shiver at the very thought. Thank God our furniture is mostly hand-me-downs.
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