So remember when the indoor blizzard of beans happened, oh, about 6 months ago? It happened...again. This time it wasn't the dog. No, it was the 2-year-old who found some scissors and CUT open the beanbag that I lovingly made him for Christmas, with super-cute, heavy duty fabric, zipper, and high quality beans.
I have never before been this MAD as a parent. Once, I can understand....they didn't know better really, and it was the dog who chewed the hole. But TWICE?! I was ticked off. I had just barely gotten the majority of the beans cleaned up from last time. Undoubtedly, we'd still be finding wayward beans 'til the cows came home, but all the visible ones at least, were gone.
Chase came home and took the kids to buy a shop-vac, since my vacuum was not going to last another round of those clogging beans. But they didn't get to vacuum, oh no, that would be too much fun. They had to stand in the corner, silent, not moving and watch Daddy vacuum.
Those beanbags are now history, at least Gavin's is. Lauren's is put away until certain children grow out of the 2-3-year-old destructive mindset.
Speaking of destructive. Lauren loves to color, and write notes. Subsequently, there are hidden pens, pencils, crayons and markers all over. Not where I can see them, no, but in the hidden crevices that only sneaky little fingers can fit into. Said sneaky little fingers found a marker. His cohort encouraged him to color all over the walls and doors downstairs. Thankfully it was washable and they spent the afternoon washing it off. What I didn't see until later was that Sneaky Fingers made a canvas out of the couch cushion and put it back so his work couldn't be seen. Upon finding the drawing I investigated as to who's work it was. Sneaky fingers innocently and sweetly said, "But for YOU Mommy...for YOUUU!" Nice move, Sneaky Fingers.
Sneaky Fingers turns three in a month. I've been told three is worse than two. Heaven help us all. And nobody give him markers, scissors or a beanbag for his birthday...please.