Whoa, here I am writing a second post in less than 3 days time. It's a bloggy miracle.
My child has decided that he's going to show me that he is no longer 2, as in the terrible two's. (Technically, yes, he is still 2, but exactly 4 weeks from today that will not be the case.) In the past 24 hours he has made all terrible two's look appealing because apparently we are in for the terrifying three's. From the time he woke up yesterday till 5 minutes ago he has done the following:
1. Removed everything hanging on the walls in his bedroom, including the nails. Not once, not twice, but four times. I promise that after each offense he was punished, and the punishment increased exponentially, but apparently this is too much fun to be deterred by a little spanking.
2. Stuffed an entire roll of toilet paper down the toilet and then flushed. On two separate occasions. Needless to say if you come to our house, the toilet paper is now out of sight. And we have two plungers in the bathroom as a precaution.
3. Dumped an entire shaker of salt onto his plate of dinner last night. This has happened two different times over the past week.
4. Pooped in his pants and made a huge mess of it. (We've been really successful with potty training, apparently he wants to punish me now.)
I'm scared to consider what the upcoming year holds for us. I guess I just hope that my house is still standing and my sanity is intact. Though the latter is already questionable.
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