Just look at these two adorable, innocent, perfect little boys playing on an old teeter-totter at their grandparents’ house. What you don’t know is that they are in league together. I am positive they made a pact to see how difficult they could make life for their mother. And it might be the death of me.Leif has figured out how to open two different child gates blocking the kitchen. There is now nothing to stop him from wrecking havoc in that sacred place and he must be watched 24/7. What does he do in the kitchen? You may well ask. A couple mornings ago he got a cup out of the drawer, got the OJ out of the fridge, unscrewed the cap, and poured himself a cupful. And then poured a great deal on the floor. (This trick is even more amusing with the grape juice.) He scoots a chair over to the counter and climbs on up (plays with the hanging light, dances on the counter, gets into whatever might be placed on the counter….), or he throws things in the clothes washer while it is on spin cycle, or…. well, really, the possibilities are endless for this kid. This is all. day. long. I’d put him in the play pen for a break, but he climbs right out….Then there is Luke. My mother bought him a shirt that says, ‘I do my own stunts.’ That pretty much sums it up. A month or two ago he jumped off the porch railing. I won’t even tell you how high it is. Now he is all over the place with his bike and wants to ‘do tricks.’ Lovely.Poppy (grandpa) introduced him to ‘the ditch’ when we were visiting yesterday. Luke took one look at it and rode full speed down and back up again without hesitating, the grin never leaving his face. He has been without training wheels for a whole month. And he just turned four. I am not going to live through his childhood.
When he had his fill of bike riding, he switched to the bar and rings on the play structure. He has amazing upper body strength and has always enjoyed playing on it, so I wasn’t paying much attention until he asked me if I wanted to see his trick. Sure. (How bad could it be?)
Oh, hanging by his feet. No hands. No problem. I’m picking out my headstone right now.
Levi, of course, is no exception. He was climbing on everything and jumping on a mini trampoline by his first birthday. How did I end up with three (make that four, counting Russ) crazy boys? Where is the quiet life I signed up for? HELP!!