Bubba has been on a roll lately, let me tell you. Ever since he turned two he has been terror with speed! Every second of every minute he is on GO. I can't keep up with him lately. I turn around for a second and he is getting into something. While I am cleaning up that mess he goes and gets into something else. It is a vicious circle of disaster!
About a month ago he was playing with a wooden spoon and started hitting a lamp with it. When I took away the spoon he went and laid underneath the coffee table and started pushing the glass insert up with his feet. He did this twice before it crashed down and exploded into a bazillion pieces on top of him. He came out of it unharmed other than the little scratch on his nose, that didn't even bleed. It scared him something terrible though.
My husband took measurements of the table and a shard of glass to the glass shop to buy a replacement. We waited two long weeks for the glass to be finished and when my husband brought it home--IT DIDN'T FIT! That's right. It turns out the inlay of the table wasn't square and the glass was just slightly too big at one end. Mark cracked the glass trying to get it to fit and had to go back to the glass shop. Luckily, we only waited a week this time to get our replacement. Mark picked it up on Monday and it fits like a glove in the coffee table. Huge disaster over.
But then on Tuesday Bubba had finally messed with the cords on the vertical blinds, covering our sliding door, one too many times and broke them. The blinds would not open or close. Mark called the company who installed our blinds three years ago and explained our problem. The kind man came out the same day to assess the situation. He only brought bad news. He is not able to fix the blinds and has to send them to the factory to be repaired. We will now be living in a fish bowl for the next two to three weeks! But I guess, on the bright side, I was finally forced to clean the blinds and it isn't 90 degrees outside with blistering sun pouring into my house!
I can't help but worry about what the next thing on Bubba's "list of destruction" is. His two year old disasters are becoming quite expensive. He is my last child I have to go through the "terrible twos and treacherous threes with. I just hope I can make it through!
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It's so hard to look at his sweet lil face and think of him as anything other than an angel, though. He's a charmer.
Hi, I have three boys also and this is something I struggle with a lot also.
just wanted you to know, there are others out there sharing your pain!!!!!!
Have a good day - Happy Halloween!
Ooooh - I know. Those boys!!! They are into everything all the time. I'm always thankful for no broken bones or knocked out teeth, with mine. Have a great Halloween - you and your family. See ya later.
Except for the #2 issues, we made it through the terrible twos unscathed. I love your phrase, "treacherous threes!" We're knee deep in 'em here. I'm cracking up that you cleaned your blinds before sending them for repair--I'd do the same!
I gave you an award--I love getting to know you through your blog, comments, and emails! Here's to friendship! Cheers :)
OHMYGOODNESS!
I JUST wrote a blog entry about MY two-year old hellian!!
We are bonded sista!!
Good grief!
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