Sometimes I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Like this morning, for instance, Niall wanted to eat the top of my deoderant stick. When I told him "no mouth" and gently pulled it away from him, he looked me dead in the eye and let out the most blood-curdling scream while simultaneously clenching every muscle in his body and bulging his eyes out of his skull.
Naturally, I chose to laugh. It wasn't even a choice really; more of an uncontrollable reaction. And right in his face, poor guy. He was pretty offended.
I do worry sometimes, that when the time comes to teach serious life lessons, I won't be able to pull it together and hold back the snorts and chuckles. I tend to laugh when I'm feeling uncomfortable, shocked or nervous-- basically any time I'm not supposed to.
But there are also times when I want to cry. Like when I stumbled upon this...
Not a big deal, you're probably thinking. Except that this was the fourth time he did it- while I was right there in the same room with him. I was just trying to get dinner ready and every time I turned my back, he would go right back into that drawer at the speed of light.
I know, I know. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. But there's just no way to child proof those drawers. We'd basically have to train Niall to screw the parts into the frame because only baby hands could fit in there to get the job done.
So, I filled the bottom two drawers with kid stuff, hoping that would keep him occupied. But shocker, he still wants the higher drawers. The ones that I actually need to use for zip lock bags, foil, etc. It was hard enough cleaning out those bottom 2 drawers. I'm not letting him have all of them!
(Ok, maybe I will cave and let him have all of them.)
I'm working on Plan B, but right now it involves locking him out of the kitchen with safety gates permanently.
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