The boy dumped over (another) flower pot and broke a saucer, rolled the patio furniture across the yard, pinched his fingers in the gate, splashed a ton of water out of the tub, spent a whole lotta time in the time-out chair, took off his diaper and peed on his mattress.
(Note to self: Buy mattress protector ASAP.)
I finally got him to sleep in my bed and ate ice cream for lunch. Sigh.
I wonder why they call it "terrible two's"? :)
There is always something to do
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