I fished my cell phone out of the toilet this week. And to make matters worse, it wasn't a clean toilet... Nephi has been having a hard time remembering to flush. Last week I had to dig a turd out of Jake's mouth and I almost lost my lunch on the carpet.
I am pretty sure that the Pre-Two's might be worse than those famous Terrible-Twos. Or maybe Jake is just getting warmed up.
There is no shelve high enough... no hiding place is safe anymore with a toddler on the run. Nothing is sacred to a baby. There is no such thing as personal property. The only time I can relax is when he is taking a nap, and so help me if my other kids are loud and wake him up early the wrath of mom is unleashed!
Here I am enjoying a nice peaceful afternoon... crap, the neighbors behind us just started mowing their lawn... PLEASE don't wake up the little
Blast that lawn mower... I hear stirring in the next room. Off I go to be Mom. Good thing he is so darn cute!!
PS- My sister's toddler threw her cell phone in the bathtub the day after it happened to me... must be some kind of toddler conspiracy running in the family!