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Just A Glimpse of our Week

I owe many of you an apology. I have judged you. When I have heard you complain about how hard your toddler is I have inwardly chuckled and thought to myself, “I’ve had three of them and they are not that hard.”

I have had babies and toddlers who wouldn’t sleep. I have had whiners, criers, and sassers.

But my first three obeyed. Almost always. They might have complained when I put them down for a nap, but they napped.

They might not have liked it when I told them they couldn’t eat a cookie before dinner, but they didn’t do it.

If they wrote on a wall it didn’t happen again. If they used scissors on something that wasn’t meant to be cut I knew that there wouldn’t be a repeat.

If I really needed (or wanted) a nap I could turn on a movie and lay on the couch and they would watch the movie while I snoozed and not get into things they were not supposed to get into.

#4 has taken all of my parenting knowledge, skills, and intuition and wadded it up in a ball, spit on it, stomped on it, peed on it, put it in the garbage, doused it with gasoline and threw a match on it.

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This week he has:

Poured olive oil into my tub of brown sugar.

Combined the two half used bottles of ranch dressing, resulting in a slimy white kitchen floor.

Dug up my basket of grass that was my pretty spring table centerpiece.

Snuck out of the house to play in the mud 4 times.

Pulled all the books off the bookshelf in his room. (okay, they all did this at his age)

Pulled a chair to the open fridge to pull things off the top shelf.

Made each of his siblings cry.

Made me cry.

Made me pray.

Cut his lip.

Bruised his forehead.

Wore his sisters slippers out in the mud.

Went through four changes of clothes.

…..oh wait, did I say this week?! No. That was just today. If I include the rest of the week:

Tried to microwave a bottle of bubbles.

Unplanted my wheat grass seeds from three pots and replanted them into all the dirty cups that were in the sink.

Sprinkled baby powder all over his room while he was supposed to be napping. We had to wash all the bedding from two beds and the clothing from three drawers and wipe every surface because he also sprinkled it in the fan that was ON.

Tried to wash his “soft bear” in the washing machine. Thank goodness I found him before he tried to add the liquid soap that he had just climbed up to get off the shelf.

Sprayed and emptied a full bottle of cleanser from our Swifter onto the kitchen floor.

Snuck out of bed at 11pm to watch “Leave It To Beaver”. His new favorite.

Wrote on the carpet with a purple marker.

Wrote all over his bedroom wall and door with a pencil.

Tried to clean up the pencil on his wall with a whole container of wet wipes.

Emptied a bottle of grape seed oil on the bathroom floor.

Made his siblings cry.

Made me cry.

Made me pray.

…I know there is more! I KNOW there is!

This little guy has challenged me in ways I didn’t know possible.

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BUT, he also:

Gives me endless hugs and kisses.

Calls my name first every time he wakes up.

Helps me (it is the thought that counts, right?)

Sneaks into my bed almost every morning when the sun comes up and lets me cuddle and kiss him while he falls back to sleep.

Makes me laugh.

Makes my kids and husband laugh.

Smiles at me.

Teaches me patience.

Comforts me if I cry.

Trusts me.

Loves me.

Forgives me.

I understand now. I will not judge you mother’s of two year olds any more.

I get it!

I am thankful every day for this mischievous stinker and I am a blessed to be his mother.

  • Congrats and welcome to motherhood! I have two of those and you would think my five year old would know better, but yet last week she managed to hang pictures up in her room with nail polish, attempted to cut her hair with the play dough scissors, plugged my curling iron in to curl her barbies hair, get's her brothers to do stuff so SHE doesn't get in trouble, and well my youngest I will not go into that because I don't want to ruin my day just yet! Good luck to you, I hope that for your sake he will grow out of it!

    • Lol, hanging pictures on the wall with nail polish…that is one I haven't heard before!

  • Oh honey….I feel your pain. I've LIVED your pain. Your post made me laugh….and cringe and smile. It's so very true about the whole 'not judging' thing. It kinda comes back to smack you upside the head sometimes. Here's to having a less stressful day with your gorgeous baby boy!

  • WOW. And I thought my toddlers (or, er, four-year-old) were a handful. This is the biggest list of mischief I've ever heard/read. I laughed my head off and felt huge empathy for you. I would cry a lot. It's so good that you've written this down for him to read one day. So, when he's a teen and you say no to something and he thinks it's for no reason and so not fair, you can produce this list and say, “You want to talk about doing things to make ME miserable for no reason?!”

    I hope Brett is doing what he can to make things easier for you. Lots of bowing and adoration and such.

    • Natasha, whenever Brett runs errands I always ask him to take Kai and he almost always does. THAT is the biggest help I could ask for at this point!

  • henkewar

    I'm sure there is a series of best selling books centered on that little guy 😉 You'll need the royalties to pay for all the damaged goods over the years!

  • I can only offer one word of consolation. He will grow up to be a teenager.

    • Mike, I will just hope he will be the kind of teenager that will sleep in on weekends! Only weekends though. I don't want to fight every morning to get him to school. 🙂

  • Oh my. He sounds like the real independent type (aka your retirement plan, those type always make scads of money). In the mean time, stock up on chocolate and Calgon.

  • likeschocholate

    Ok, now it is my turn to laugh because before I had children. I use to judge this family that use to sit at the front row of the chapel and every week they would drag their child out. We would say …when we have children… The God gave me my oldest. He has always been a challenge. No matter how many parenting books we have read, advice we have taken from other, and so on. He is a free spirit with a very strong will who it does not come naturally to be obedient. Thankfully the next two were easy. However, I do know that this child will never just follow and will be something great someday. I now have more compassion for other parents who struggle because parenting is not easy. It also helps me to understand Heavenly Father better too because he has to deal with all us free spirits.

  • oh kim, i'm sorry that i'm just getting to this post. i sat here, wanting to cry and wanting to laugh at the same time. i went through the opposite. i had four busy, loud, in-to-everything boys and then sweet obedient hattie. i enjoyed hattie's toddler years sooooo much after the years of toddler boys. but i feel for you. just hang in there. it will pass and then you'll feel relieved and sad that they are over.

  • grandmahenke

    Some day you'll love this entry in your journal! I have one almost like it. My worst day was with “The Boys”. Brett was 3+ and Ryan was 2+ (on the high end of those years) … double the trouble. I was pregnant with you and had to call the Uncle Reed to get “the boys” off the roof. They mixed flour, sugar, and powdered milk in the really large buckets I kept them in, painted the outside of the house with orange paint … (don't know where it came from). After an entire day of chasing them I put them in their bedroom and told them to stay there until their dad got home from work. They took down the curtains, removed all the bedding from the bunk beds, pulled the mattresses off, dumped out all the toy bins, and somehow Ryan got shut in a chest or drawers draw that fell in front of the door. That was my worst day … it is inscribed on the inside of my head!

    Thank goodness for mother's love and childish cuteness … because somehow those cute little guys were still able to melt my heart and make me laugh. You will probably be tired for the next 18 years or so … but he's worth it. I loved how you write about it!

  • kathleen

    Wow, I love the fact that you wrote this down . I remember a time with BettyJene that I thought She wasn't going to make it to make it to three , I had Jonathan early and she was two and one day we had had it with her and Ron had put her down for a nap and she was having nothing of that , I was besy with J and feeding him . I listened as Ron tried and tried to get her to bed, We had a childs gate to keep her off the stairs in our hall , She came out again and in her sweet lil ' way say Duddy (Not Daddy) Me not going to go to sleep so dare. Ron promply got up jumping over the gate saying Oh yes, you are, picked her up loving with a pat on her hiny, Put her back to bed . closing her bedroom door Jumps over the gate, But not quite making it shoe lace hooking on to the gate , I hear a big crash and look over to see Ron faces down and then hear BettyJene open her bedroom door just a bit and again with her sweet lil' voice say Oh duddy you go boom ( big boom) You otay? No truer words could be better then what your mom said
    about thank goodness for a mothers love and a child cuteness because it is true.. God bless those lil' ones ( all of them) , But truly our lil' troubles . their the ones that make us stronger…

  • kathleen

    Wow, I love the fact that you wrote this down . I remember a time with BettyJene that I thought She wasn’t going to make it to make it to three , I had Jonathan early and she was two and one day we had had it with her and Ron had put her down for a nap and she was having nothing of that , I was besy with J and feeding him . I listened as Ron tried and tried to get her to bed, We had a childs gate to keep her off the stairs in our hall , She came out again and in her sweet lil ‘ way say Duddy (Not Daddy) Me not going to go to sleep so dare. Ron promply got up jumping over the gate saying Oh yes, you are, picked her up loving with a pat on her hiny, Put her back to bed . closing her bedroom door Jumps over the gate, But not quite making it shoe lace hooking on to the gate , I hear a big crash and look over to see Ron faces down and then hear BettyJene open her bedroom door just a bit and again with her sweet lil’ voice say Oh duddy you go boom ( big boom) You otay? No truer words could be better then what your mom said rn about thank goodness for a mothers love and a child cuteness because it is true.. God bless those lil’ ones ( all of them) , But truly our lil’ troubles . their the ones that make us stronger… rnrn

  • kathleen

    Wow, I love the fact that you wrote this down . I remember a time with BettyJene that I thought She wasn’t going to make it to make it to three , I had Jonathan early and she was two and one day we had had it with her and Ron had put her down for a nap and she was having nothing of that , I was besy with J and feeding him . I listened as Ron tried and tried to get her to bed, We had a childs gate to keep her off the stairs in our hall , She came out again and in her sweet lil ‘ way say Duddy (Not Daddy) Me not going to go to sleep so dare. Ron promply got up jumping over the gate saying Oh yes, you are, picked her up loving with a pat on her hiny, Put her back to bed . closing her bedroom door Jumps over the gate, But not quite making it shoe lace hooking on to the gate , I hear a big crash and look over to see Ron faces down and then hear BettyJene open her bedroom door just a bit and again with her sweet lil’ voice say Oh duddy you go boom ( big boom) You otay? No truer words could be better then what your mom said rn about thank goodness for a mothers love and a child cuteness because it is true.. God bless those lil’ ones ( all of them) , But truly our lil’ troubles . their the ones that make us stronger… rnrn

  • kathleen

    Wow, I love the fact that you wrote this down . I remember a time with BettyJene that I thought She wasn’t going to make it to make it to three , I had Jonathan early and she was two and one day we had had it with her and Ron had put her down for a nap and she was having nothing of that , I was besy with J and feeding him . I listened as Ron tried and tried to get her to bed, We had a childs gate to keep her off the stairs in our hall , She came out again and in her sweet lil ‘ way say Duddy (Not Daddy) Me not going to go to sleep so dare. Ron promply got up jumping over the gate saying Oh yes, you are, picked her up loving with a pat on her hiny, Put her back to bed . closing her bedroom door Jumps over the gate, But not quite making it shoe lace hooking on to the gate , I hear a big crash and look over to see Ron faces down and then hear BettyJene open her bedroom door just a bit and again with her sweet lil’ voice say Oh duddy you go boom ( big boom) You otay? No truer words could be better then what your mom said rn about thank goodness for a mothers love and a child cuteness because it is true.. God bless those lil’ ones ( all of them) , But truly our lil’ troubles . their the ones that make us stronger… rnrn

  • kathleen

    Wow, I love the fact that you wrote this down . I remember a time with BettyJene that I thought She wasn’t going to make it to make it to three , I had Jonathan early and she was two and one day we had had it with her and Ron had put her down for a nap and she was having nothing of that , I was besy with J and feeding him . I listened as Ron tried and tried to get her to bed, We had a childs gate to keep her off the stairs in our hall , She came out again and in her sweet lil ‘ way say Duddy (Not Daddy) Me not going to go to sleep so dare. Ron promply got up jumping over the gate saying Oh yes, you are, picked her up loving with a pat on her hiny, Put her back to bed . closing her bedroom door Jumps over the gate, But not quite making it shoe lace hooking on to the gate , I hear a big crash and look over to see Ron faces down and then hear BettyJene open her bedroom door just a bit and again with her sweet lil’ voice say Oh duddy you go boom ( big boom) You otay? No truer words could be better then what your mom said rn about thank goodness for a mothers love and a child cuteness because it is true.. God bless those lil’ ones ( all of them) , But truly our lil’ troubles . their the ones that make us stronger… rnrn

  • kathleen

    Wow, I love the fact that you wrote this down . I remember a time with BettyJene that I thought She wasn’t going to make it to make it to three , I had Jonathan early and she was two and one day we had had it with her and Ron had put her down for a nap and she was having nothing of that , I was besy with J and feeding him . I listened as Ron tried and tried to get her to bed, We had a childs gate to keep her off the stairs in our hall , She came out again and in her sweet lil ‘ way say Duddy (Not Daddy) Me not going to go to sleep so dare. Ron promply got up jumping over the gate saying Oh yes, you are, picked her up loving with a pat on her hiny, Put her back to bed . closing her bedroom door Jumps over the gate, But not quite making it shoe lace hooking on to the gate , I hear a big crash and look over to see Ron faces down and then hear BettyJene open her bedroom door just a bit and again with her sweet lil’ voice say Oh duddy you go boom ( big boom) You otay? No truer words could be better then what your mom said rn about thank goodness for a mothers love and a child cuteness because it is true.. God bless those lil’ ones ( all of them) , But truly our lil’ troubles . their the ones that make us stronger… rnrn