He's at that age. You know the one. One, actually. The age where you turn your head for just a second and all of the contents of your lower cabinets are in a pile on the kitchen floor. Someone forgets to close the bathroom door and you either hear the splashing that sounds like a 200-pound man doing a cannon ball into a pool or worse, you find all manner of objects floating in the toilet because they just wouldn't flush.
When Ethan was this age, we put on a toilet lock. Sure he was able to figure out how to undo the latch when he was 14 months old. It made us feel better for a little while, so that's all that matters. Now we just regulate the door being closed. Or I regulate the door being closed. If I can make it a day without finding a baby trying to swim in the toilet, it's a good day.
Then there is the laundry. Just the other day I walked around the corner to find the baby flinging neatly folded clothing over his head as fast as he could. When he saw me coming, he stepped up his speed and laughed with glee. I snapped at him and gave him my meanest look. He gave me a great belly laugh and moved even faster. I lunged for the basket and put it out of his reach. He sighed and toddled around the corner to see if one of his brothers had forgotten to close the bathroom door.
There is a gate at the bottom of the stairs and a gate at the top of the stairs. Cut off from taking his show on the road to a different floor of the house, the baby (can I still call him that?) now tries to get his brothers to open the front door or back door for him so he can escape. I hear him yelling to Ethan and banging on the front door. Ethan patiently explains to him that we all have to go out together if we are going to go out. Mason moves on to to trying to convince Nathan to open a door. Nathan just bowls him over and suddenly they are rolling on the floor.
Nathan has forgotten the purpose of their conversation but Mason has the mind of a steel trap. He climbs out from under the pinning and smacks on the door with his hand. Nate shrugs his shoulders and leaves.
The baby wanders off again to check the bathroom door. You just never know.
My baby is currently 19 months, and I feel you. This one is especially quiet as he wreaks mayhem on the house. And I fall for it, even though I know I shouldn't, because I don't really want to lose the silence to yet another disaster.
I have a 17 month old who is a troublemaker! I swear she does one thing to make me run over and stop her just so she can run off and do something worse...I literally LOL'd at this article, thank you!
This article had me Laughing!
It sounds exactly like my 17 month old Son.
God Forbid I ever leave our Bathroom door open. I've had my Cell phone flushed and nearly ruined for leaving the door open once.
He never fails to frustrate me with taking all the clean, folded laundry and piling it up in the middle of the living room. Taking one piece at a time and destroying my work. LOL! I SO could relate to that part of the article.
Can't let a Toddler out of your sight for even a Blink. You never know what might happen!