That is how old Ian is if you didn't already know. What is is with boys and two? The day, no the minute that Ian turned two all hell seemed to break loose. He started doing all those things you see in the movies.
Kicking and Screaming throw yourself on the floor fits
"I do it" and "Let me do it" phase
Make as big of a mess as I possibly can before I get caught.
Emma never really did these things. Sure she went through a phase, and still is in it of not listening to me but she never got into things she shouldn't and she never threw those crazy temper tantrums so all this stuff is new to me and I hate it!!!
This week has been exceptionally bad. Sunday afternoon while Dave was napping on the couch and I was in the bathroom Ian came downstairs (he was supposed to be napping) and he pulled a chair in from the dinning room, climbed up on the counters then proceeded to shake out all the salt and peeper onto my flat top stove then he turned the water on and used the dish towel to try and wipe it up. He also was able to pull the lid off the cooking spray and spray the counters and stove. This in itself would have been all that bad because it was easily cleaned up. However Monday evening while I was cooking dinner Ian went into the office and pulled all the shredded papers out of the shredder and throw them all over the office floor. Once that was done he got a pen off the desk and wrote all over the walls. So I had to spend that evening sweeping the floors and scrubbing the walls. Thank God for the Magic Eraser.
Moving onto yesterday Ian found a bottle of purple nail polish and dumped the whole thing out onto the 147 year old painted hard wood floors. Of course I didn't discover this until long after it had dried. I tried using baby wipes to get it up but that just wasn't cutting it. I knew if I used nail polish remover it would ruin the floors so thanks to Tif and her wonderful comment I found that Murphy's Oil Soap and allot of muscle will get it up.
This brings us to today. It has been extremely nice all this week so I had the windows down on the way home. As I'm driving 55 down a back road Emma starts screaming "PULL OVER, PULL OVER" Of course this scares the crap out of me so I start to pull over. Once I'm safely off the side of the road I turn around in a bit of a panic to find out what was wrong only to be told that Ian had just thrown his shoe out the window. Can we say pissed???? For a split second I considered going back for it but I decided that searching the side of the road for a camouflage croc was just not worth it. Ian was going to learn this lesson the hard way. For the rest of the summer and fall he will be wearing the sandals he hates because I am not buying new ones just so he can throw them out the window.
So I ask again what is it with Boys???
As bad an ornery has Ian has been this week I just can't seem to stay mad at him for long. All it takes his for and I love you mommy, or a simple smile and giggle out of him and I'm over whatever it is he has done. Thank god he hasn't figured this out yet or I would truly be screwed.