So, Drew will be two years old in less than two weeks, and boy, we are learning why they call it the terrible twos. If any of you parents out there have any suggestions, I'm seriously going to need it...
I guess one way to deal with it is to try to laugh at the outrageous stuff. Here's one I thought worth sharing: We live on the second story of our apartment complex, and we have a very nice balcony. Drew knows -- proficiently -- how to unlock and go out our doors. In fact, he's getting so tall he'll probably start playing with the light switches soon. Anyway, he loves to go out on the balcony, but we have a rule that he cannot take anything with him, either because he throws it through the rails to the ground below, or we find it in the diaper champ, which means it just has to get thrown out with the diapers because there's no saving it after it's been in with the loaded diapers.
Thursday evening, Brent and I were enjoying our evening and working on little projects. Unbeknownst to us, Drew took the opportunity of our distraction to break our nothing-goes-out-on-the-balcony rule. Brent happened to look up and see him running out with a ball. He chases after him, and a minute later, I hear Brent say, "Meg, get the camera."
Oh great, I'm thinking. What on earth has he done? Well, see for youselves...
There are even more items than what I could capture in the picture. If you can't tell, that's Brent's flipflops, Brent's socks, Drew's new GAP hat, three rings, two toy cars, two sippie cups and a ball. Needless to say, it was funny but Drew was in big trouble!