Seriously, it’s been rough. My little angels have a knack for ignoring the 79,000 toys in the the 400 square foot playroom they have, and choosing only to play with the electrical cords behind the ottoman, grab the kitchen gate and shake it back and forth so that the screws come out of the wall, or climb over the fence and play in the dirt in the potted plants. I am running out of room to put all of the things they get into (the guest room is already full of baby contraband).
On top of the obsession with playing with all things deemed dangerous, they have developed some serious toddler attitude. When getting their lunch ready, if they see me get something they don’t want – it’s meltdown time. I don’t even have to give it to them, they just see it and freak out. If it gets near them, it will probably be launched. This is especially frustrating after I actually cook something. Last night it was the steamed broccoli that Lily found especially offensive, for some reason.
Ben’s shoe obsession continues.. the other night he insisted on having his sneakers on, after his bath. When I tried to take them off for bed, he freaked, so I let him fall asleep with them on. I went back after he fell asleep, and took one off, and he woke up and grabbed it out of my hand, and went back to sleep. It’s like he has some internal baby security system that goes off if you get too close to his shoes. “Intruder! Intruder! Don’t touch my shoes!”
I keep telling myself this is toddlerhood.. its a phase.. it will pass. The question is, will my hair be completely white by the time it does, or just salt and pepper? Time will tell..