How do they survive to manhood?
It seems my days with boys are filled with
one near-death experience
I have often thought
God must have a really great sense of humor,
sending me two perfect, angelic girls,
Jeepers, am I learning a LOT!
Like, you can't go downstairs for 30 seconds!
Because when you come back up,
you'll be met by your 17-month-old
standing at the top of the stairs,
holding a LARGE piece of broken glass in his hands!
Really ... he was!
How the heck do boys survive toddler-hood?
Anyhow, at least I've learned to not scream
when encountered with these situations!
I just gather up the little perpetrator,
put him in a safe place (like there really are any with this guy and his brother),
and try to secure the surroundings as best I can.
Thank heavens for duct tape!
Fortunately, he got over his time being a detainee ...
... and found a new favorite place to play,
The Kitchen Sink!
Don't worry, I've unplugged the garbage disposal!
(I'm learning, slowly but surely, I'm learning.)