By Maeve
The last 24 hours have been Harry's naughtiest yet on record. He is only 2-years-old. Today, I feel about 50.
Yesterday - before nine o'clock in the morning, he got a chair, climbed up to the cupboard, found the bottle of Calpol and drank it, (luckily there was hardly any left), sprinkled it on the armchair and all down his clean clothes. He then removed his clothes for another day of being naked, and promptly peed on the new rug.
Later he stood on the arm of the sofa and removed all the books from three high shelves, hurling them onto the floor and posting them down the back of the sofa. These aren't just any old books - it was my special antique collection, (was - being the operative word.)
After that he unplugged the video machine and TV and removed all the wires from the back and hid them around the house. He then threw the TV onto the floor, closely followed by the video machine. Now the TV has a big hole in it and makes a terrible vibrate-y noise all through my favorite soap!
A bit later he sneaked into the kitchen and stole the new box of rice cereal and took it into the sitting room and liberally sprinkled everything with hundreds of those stupid little crispies. Then he climbed onto the arm of a chair and pulled the huge mirror off the mantelpiece and onto his head.
Finally, after a busy day trying to keep up with him and cleaning up after him, I left him and his brother watching children's TV while I went into the kitchen to feed the baby his supper. Peace at last. But when it goes so quiet I get suspicious and yes - I was right to be. They had found the pot of nappy cream and COVERED the sofa, both armchairs, the coffee table, one of the new rugs (the one he hadn't peed on), the TV and each other. From head to toe they were white - it was even in their hair. I tucked them into bed at 6:30 p.m. - because it seemed the only safe thing to do...
This morning, before 9 a.m., Harry got a chair and unlocked the kitchen door and unlocked my study and found the iron. He took it into the sitting room, put it face down on the carpet, plugged it in and then left it.... It's going to be another of those days!
Maeve is a freelance writer and mother to four boys.
My sister is going to have a baby boy. Looks like we will have our hands full!I just love shopping for her, because girls run in our family. There are so many cute boy clothes out now!
Posted by: Sid | November 06, 2006 at 02:46 PM
Great reminded of why I should be CELEBRATING my baby's 10th birthday this week instead of crying. This was SO TOTALLY her when she was 1-5 years old :D
Posted by: Angela Giles Klocke | September 27, 2006 at 08:32 AM
although my wonderfull ds, bryson hasn't doen all that in one day.. he has managed to smear desitine on the back of my couch, ketchup on my rug, permenant marker on the rug, lipstick on his bed linens, amoung other smaller things(i can't remember any off hte top of my head although i know their are others) he has gotten into in the last lets say 3 mths or so. Oh should i add he can now get out of the house into the garage even unlock the door. (and this doesn't include things he has done before this) he is just such an explorer he is pretty laid back but he really enjoys getting into things like lotion, soap, deseitinE(or other but creams) and smearing it..
i do like this age though
i just keep telling my self, at least they are cute at this age.
jessie
Posted by: jessie | September 25, 2006 at 10:11 PM
OMG, I didn't think there were two houses like mine anywhere. Sounds just like home, my third child would try the patience of anyone. This child is the only one where I'd like to tie him to his bed. (I don't). I'd lock him in the trunk, but I don't have one. Those are about the only places where I think both him and his surroundings would survive.LOL.I think he would hurt himself in a padded cell when he started climbing the padding on the walls!Good luck for better tomorrows.
Posted by: Diana Keller | September 24, 2006 at 11:46 PM
I'm so grateful I have a daughter instead, however I always wanted a boy. They just sound like such an adventure.
Good luck!
Posted by: Jenn | September 24, 2006 at 12:23 PM
LOL! This is great!
Reminds me exactly of my son at that age.
Luckily he and I BOTH survived and he is now 14 and I'm head over heels in love with him and all his wonderful pranks he still pulls on me. ;)
Posted by: meritt | September 23, 2006 at 08:02 PM
Harry meet Isa, Isa meet Harry - now you two be good (we'll see how many nanoseconds *that* lasts!). Thanks for the laugh - we've had A LOT of those days around here, although the hole in the tv is a new one - shhhhhhh, I don't want to give her any ideas ;)
Posted by: amy h. | September 23, 2006 at 02:25 PM
Not really serious but you might just want to get a tether for him and connect it to your belt: it might be the only thing to save your sanity and your household goods!
Poor you!
Posted by: Ancarett | September 23, 2006 at 12:12 PM
I think Harry needs to come meet my Max. I'll hire a sitter and we can sit outside and drink a bottle of wine, while they "explore."
(A friend sent me this because she thought I might be able to relate. Uh, hell yeah, can I relate!) :)
Posted by: karrie | September 23, 2006 at 10:50 AM