has spent all day long terrorizing me.
Yesterday I used my flipfold to fold 1 million shirts, in a tidy, beautiful stack I was going to take a photo of for you all and this morning when I went to the bathroom little kid unfolded them all and threw them around the family room.
Also, he has discovered my lovely little tablescape with the sweet little birds and nests and my adorable porcelain little bird salt and pepper shakers. He cannot stop sneaking in there and stealing eggs, he ripped all of the eggs out of the nests and chipped up their paint, be broke the beak off of a bird, and I found my pepper shaker bird outside.
Earlier I caught him trying to sneak the pepper mill outside and instead of putting it back like I told him to, he sat and devised/implemented several other schemes to get it outside, most likely to throw into the mud puddle he has created with the little water table thingy my mom got him. He has added soil from a nearby pot and used our Barbecue brush to stir it.
He has gotten his arm stuck in the crib bars during one of his many timeouts, I believe on purpose, and he tried to steal his brother's fruit roll up at lunch and has slapped and bit several people today.
He no longer gives a rat's ass about high fives or being a good boy and the only way to get him to behave long enough to accomplish much is to give him a lollipop (I know, I'm creating food issues, whatever) so now he's constantly harassing me for lollipops and I have a one a day limit. It's a real sore spot around here.
He's in time out again right now.