Sunday, August 24, 2008

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times

Brendan is such a fun little guy and I love being home with him... but sometimes he really tests my patience. During the past week, he's managed to do all of the following:
  1. Colored all over our beige couch with a purple crayon.
  2. Colored all over our beige couch with a black PERMANENT marker. Luckily I got to it before it could set in so the vast majority of it came out thanks to this cleaner, my absolute favorite. We are never without it.
  3. Dumped his cup of peaches in juice all over his pants at Chris' company party. Of course I didn't have a spare set of shorts for him so he spent several hours in the hot Utah sun with sticky shorts and legs. And of course he sat on my lap for dinner, so I ended up sticky too.
  4. Threw a case of pudding snack cups out of the grocery cart causing them to explode in the middle of the store.
  5. Hit me in the head with his plastic golf club.
  6. Threw the same golf club at the TV.
  7. Refused to play on anything at the park except for the super high slide that requires a climb up a ladder and a long set of stairs. And we he got to the top, he wouldn't go down by himself so I had to climb up after him and help him, and then climb down to catch him at the bottom. We did this for a good half hour.
Ah, the joys of having a toddler. But despite it all, I just love this kid and I wouldn't change one bit of him.


  1. LoL! I can only laugh because I am SO there with you. The pudding one just made me sad though because I sat here thinking...what would you even do if that happened?? Poor Val! But you're right, I wouldn't change my little chaos maker for anything!

  2. Brendan and Eli would have so much fun together. Brendan sounds like a rambunctious little guy. Eli just turned two and thankfully he has grown out of the biting, hitting and throwing stage when mad stage. Now he just throws himself on the floor when he is mad (carpeted, concrete or tile) and throws an all out tantrum. I can relate to the golf club. When Eli was going through the throwing and hitting stage he go mad at me and hit me point blank with a tennis ball right in the eye (he has quite an arm.) I started crying and now he is not allowed to play with tennis balls unless we are outside or at the park. Eli still throws food. After he is done eating he throws his food on the floor and tells us there is a mess. He is very helpful. They definitely have strong personalities at that age. I wouldn't change it for anything though. What would I laugh about at the end of the day?