1 torn shade 1 broken drawer on 2 month old bed 57 pinches of salt in a pile on the floor by table 4 bowls of dog water dumped onto the center of mom and dads bed
Welcome to the past month with the Tornado. Man how I love this little boy but he does challenge us with his constant energy and, let's say, curiousness.
Tornado in a moment of stillness
There are moments like this where I am happy he seems to be the most agile and coordinated kid.
Tornado peeking out the window, why not just stand on it?
Then there are moments where we are so tired of getting up and down to prevent the next disaster that I weigh the question, "Is it really that bad to have a flooded bathroom?" I wanted to get rid of some of those toys that are getting hurled on to the floor anyway. This is a typical afternoon at our house with Firecracker and Tornado:
Twirl and Firecracker were relatively calm two year olds. I went from thinking the terrible twos were a total myth to thinking that we must just be the best parents ever. Our kid would never scream and kick and roll around because he couldn't have a turn on the iPad. Our kids would never shed all their clothes and diaper and run around laughing at us. Then came the tornado, who was the calmest baby of them all.
Twirl and Firecracker - calm before the attack
When he was born he didn't cry. Labor was going well, no problems but when he emerged he was just looking around. I was terrified and I could tell Cory was nervous. Why was this kid not making a peep? What was wrong? They took him over to that table/cart with the bright lamp and kept saying he was fine. I kept staring at him asking in a low voice "is he ok? is he going to be ok?" scared to know the answer but desperately wanting one. They started to bathe him and I thought, well this will do it. Still, nothing. He is alert and moving but no sound. The nurse assured us he was fine and they would check some things in the nursery but I could hold him first. When Cory and I held him he was perfect, looking at us and moving his tongue. He ate and I settled into a calm realization, wow, we are so good this one is calm coming out of the womb! Rockstar parents!!
Fast forward a few months and our most chill baby started moving. Well, you can see how it turned out from there. We had to baby proof things we had never had before, things started to tear and break and we adjusted to a more active child. I honestly wouldn't trade him for anything. As frustrating as it can be, I really love his mischievous side. I love how excited and giddy he is when trying something new, whether it's playing with bubbles or testing out the durability of Fisher Price plastic. I am excited to see what he does with this energy once he channels it into something other than destruction. In the meantime we will just forgo the nice things for more durable options and keep anything we like bolted to the ceiling.