I Don't Like 2 1/2 Year Old Boys

I don't mean that really, but seriously, he's hell on wheels.


That's a whole roll of toilet paper stuffed into the toilet. By Chay. He spent ten minutes in time out plus a spanking for that one.

He spent nap time on Saturday painting his room in poop. Two hours after we put him down for his nap, he wandered out with no pull up and crusty poop on his butt. When we went to investigate where his actual diaper was, we discovered poop all over the white nursing chair I was getting ready to sell, his toys, and his wall. Thankfully he left his bed alone because while I can spare the nursing chair, I can't trash his bed.

He's also figured out how to unlock all of our doors, both leading outside and in. The sliding glass door that has double locks? Yeah, he's got it. The door leading to the garage. Simplicity. Two times this weekend we found ourselves chasing the little escape artist around the yard to rangle him back inside. Erik spent today installing a third lock on the sliding glass door and deadbolts (up high) on the rest of the doors leading to the outside.

He's a pickpocket, too. He routinely steals things - Ray's dolls, E's small tools, my lotions, for example - and hides them. You don't realize it until its too late and they are totally missing. Its taken us a few weeks, but we think we've figured out his favorite hiding places. But every once and a while he breaks out a new one and my favorite lotion is missing for months.

I don't think I'm going to survive the three year stage...