A fellow blogger and I were discussing the virtues of a weekly top ten feature when I jokingly mentioned I could do one called "Top Ten Most Dangerous Things Jack Does on a Daily Basis" and then I startled myself by rattling off the following list without having to think too hard about it.
#1 Try to eat tacks, paper clips, pennies, and/or staples from the desk drawer, and/or the sidewalk
#2 Roller skate on the end tables
#3 Pull the dog's ears until she gets mad and yelps
#4 Get knives out of the dishwasher
#5 Try to plug things in
#6 Reach things by standing tippy toed on the seat of his tricycle
#7 Throw a kicking, screaming fit half way up the stairs
#8 Run, laughing manically with a mouth full of food
#9 Stand up in the high chair and jump towards me trusting I will see him in time to catch him
#10 Be Jack
Of course, you may be reading this thinking "Why would you let him do those things?!" to which I say, I don't! The kid is fast. In the time it takes to put newly confiscated pair of scissors on top of the refrigerator, my son can balance a skate board atop a step stool to reach the car keys and hit the fun red button of car-honking. It's a diabolical thing to do to a lady who's first child has the concentration and patience of vulture.Just last week I was in the kitchen finishing chores watching Jack play on the patio through the open door when I reached down under the sink to get the dishwasher soap. When I stood up I didn't see him, instead I heard the side gate rattling. I ran to the side yard and found Jack hurriedly closing the gate behind him, with his sister's two dollar allowance in his hand. Thank God he's polite enough to close the gate behind him or I'm pretty sure he'd have caught a cab to the zoo. Let me remind you Jack is one and a half year old. (I can't even make the word "year" plural yet!)
So I try to keep a steady stream of new toys for Jack coming through the house. It's enough to buy me time to help with homework, fill the washing machine, or chug coffee in silence while staring off into space. A new toy arrived in the mail yesterday in exchange for all those diaper reward points turned in from the club thing on the side of the box (like frequent pee-er miles.) I saved opening the box, until I needed to cook dinner, figuring the new toy would buy lots of time and dear bloggies, they sent my son this...
No seriously, did you see that?! Oh yeah! Melissa and Doug and Huggies taught my son in less than ten minutes how to undo any lock, latch, or clip. Thanks guys, thanks.
4 comments:
LOL. I had NEVER thought of that toy that way! Hilarious and very true.
I, too, have those experiences with both my boys. How do little kids not end up with head injuries daily? It's insane! Miss you! We should have a playtime in a rubber room soon. :)
Yes, play date! A fine distraction from wanting to peel his own apples with the very sharp kitchen gadget.
I still wonder how Brandon survived baby/toddlerhood. His brother hit him in the head with a wooden hammer and left welps all over his head, pushed him down the stairs, and scratched his head and poked his eyes every chance he got. The first time Brandon was big enough to fight back, I sat back and said "pay back!". Now they abuse eachother one minute and are best buds the next. Boys.
I once hit my brother in the head with a baseball bat, he was the catcher and standing too close. No body ever believed it was an accident.
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