Be still my heart.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Where's Max?
It's the question of the day in our house. Asked hundreds of times each day from us parents to the big siblings, and from Troy to I and vice versa.
It gets asked so frequently because keeping tabs on this 2 year old Max is such an important job that is so very hard to do!!!
Possible answers to "the question" when you cannot answer it:
He could be drawing on some walls. (I don't know where all of the pens come from! Lord knows I can't find one when I'm trying to write down a phone message.)
He could be harassing the cat. This ranges from simply under the table harassment, to stuck head first under a bed, unable to get back out.
He could be in the laundry room, using the toilet plunger for shits and giggles.
He could be 'playing the plano', aka walking on the piano keys and terrorizing the piano books.
He could be decorating my room with my jewellery.
He could be inspecting the contents of the fridge.
He could be renovating. That always gets interesting, depending on the discovered tool. (We have gotten very good at putting away the sharp and power tools, but his creativity for seeking out danger never ceases to amaze me.)
He could be feeding toys, tools, hairbrushes, or shoes to the basement through a vent.
He could be playing with Claire's chandelier from her bunk.
He could be trapped in Claire's room, doors shut behind himself.
He could be brushing his teeth, or his hair, with anyone's toothbrush.
He could be dismantling Lego creations atop the boys bookshelf.
Or he could be stuck in a sink.
One just never knows with this little busyton!
It gets asked so frequently because keeping tabs on this 2 year old Max is such an important job that is so very hard to do!!!
Possible answers to "the question" when you cannot answer it:
He could be drawing on some walls. (I don't know where all of the pens come from! Lord knows I can't find one when I'm trying to write down a phone message.)
He could be harassing the cat. This ranges from simply under the table harassment, to stuck head first under a bed, unable to get back out.
He could be in the laundry room, using the toilet plunger for shits and giggles.
He could be 'playing the plano', aka walking on the piano keys and terrorizing the piano books.
He could be decorating my room with my jewellery.
He could be inspecting the contents of the fridge.
He could be renovating. That always gets interesting, depending on the discovered tool. (We have gotten very good at putting away the sharp and power tools, but his creativity for seeking out danger never ceases to amaze me.)
He could be feeding toys, tools, hairbrushes, or shoes to the basement through a vent.
He could be playing with Claire's chandelier from her bunk.
He could be trapped in Claire's room, doors shut behind himself.
He could be brushing his teeth, or his hair, with anyone's toothbrush.
He could be dismantling Lego creations atop the boys bookshelf.
Or he could be stuck in a sink.
One just never knows with this little busyton!
Thursday, November 1, 2012
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