Over the past few weeks, we’ve seen lots of cold and snow, as many snow days for C as I likely had in my entire elementary school career, frozen eggs (when we get any), dance parties, popcorn, blanket forts, the start of the Olympics, and lots of messes.
The only constant is a lot of messes. Just varying states of messiness.
E has discovered how to open all drawers and cupboards at her level, meaning a whole new world of potential messiness is at her fingertips. She also takes a few too many cues from her older brother, whom she wants to keep up with, but can’t quite seem to find the coordination to do so. And she definitely has the gardening gene. The force is strong with this one.
I think C’s motto is something along the lines of “Let’s see what new way I can find to create chaos and disorder today.” Or pretty close.
About the only way we can keep him from making a mess of everything is to keep things out of reach (which is hard to do, because he can reach almost all the cupboards now with his stool-on-chair stacking) or screwing the lids onto all the jars really tightly (which is a pain, but worth the trouble for saving me from full bottles of peanut butter, apple sauce, and maple syrup all over the coffee table).
Sometimes we slip up and leave tempting items within reach, which he never fails to take full advantage of. All it takes is sixty seconds. It really is amazing how quickly kids can get into stuff.
Never a dull moment. Keeps us young, I guess.