Today Guinness literally ripped the door off of one of our cupboards.
We have a (custom order) buffet thing that we keep the water cooler, microwave, and coffee machine on, Inside it is storage space we desperately need because our kitchen is so tiny. We have to keep the handles tied shut so he doesn't go in and muck everything up, and today he pulled so hard at the rope that he ripped the hinge right out of the wood.
Chris was so mad. I am pretty mad, too because it was nice furniture that we spent lots of money on AND we need it. Thats why we spent money on it. Oh, Guinness.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
AHH!
ONly 18 months old, but have the terrible twos begun?
If he doesn't get his way he yells and cries. Refuses to sit in his high chair. Fussy and whiny. Trying my patience!!!
No, I will not let you throw the iPod on the floor. No, I will not let you run with a chopstick in your mouth. No, you can't play with scissors. No. No. No. No.
I don't think our house is that dangerous, I think he has a knack for finding danger. And really, it is an apartment. There are only so many places to keep things that are more than 4 feet off the ground. And he can open doors now...
Did I mention that he escaped from childcare in Taichung? They have babysitting at our professional learning meetings there so the spouses can participate in some activities, and when I went to get Guinness for lunch the lady said, 'Well he was here a minute ago but when we opened the door to let someone in he must have run out because he isn't here now.' Ummm, great. So typical.
(I wasn't really worried because I knew a lot of people we knew were milling about and that he was probably out playing. Also, it was an enclosed campus area, not like he escaped into a mall or a road. Just a bunch of teachers having lunch. I felt bad because I knew the worker searching for him probably felt terrible!)
Redeeming moments: How he says, 'Bye Steve!' to Blues CLues, and asks for 'George?' (as in Curious). He sits and reads books to himself, and loves pirates. (Arrrr!) He slept with his two big plastic dinosaurs the night before last. (ta de kong long). And he started saying 'bonk' when he bumps something, or 'broken' when, well, when something is broken.
We need to get pictures done soon.
If he doesn't get his way he yells and cries. Refuses to sit in his high chair. Fussy and whiny. Trying my patience!!!
No, I will not let you throw the iPod on the floor. No, I will not let you run with a chopstick in your mouth. No, you can't play with scissors. No. No. No. No.
I don't think our house is that dangerous, I think he has a knack for finding danger. And really, it is an apartment. There are only so many places to keep things that are more than 4 feet off the ground. And he can open doors now...
Did I mention that he escaped from childcare in Taichung? They have babysitting at our professional learning meetings there so the spouses can participate in some activities, and when I went to get Guinness for lunch the lady said, 'Well he was here a minute ago but when we opened the door to let someone in he must have run out because he isn't here now.' Ummm, great. So typical.
(I wasn't really worried because I knew a lot of people we knew were milling about and that he was probably out playing. Also, it was an enclosed campus area, not like he escaped into a mall or a road. Just a bunch of teachers having lunch. I felt bad because I knew the worker searching for him probably felt terrible!)
Redeeming moments: How he says, 'Bye Steve!' to Blues CLues, and asks for 'George?' (as in Curious). He sits and reads books to himself, and loves pirates. (Arrrr!) He slept with his two big plastic dinosaurs the night before last. (ta de kong long). And he started saying 'bonk' when he bumps something, or 'broken' when, well, when something is broken.
We need to get pictures done soon.
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