Life is tough when you're two years old, have a cold and are having a bad day. (Life is also difficult if you are said child's mother). Here is what Loo got in trouble for this morning.
I shower with the door open while Beri naps in the morning, so you know, I can hear if either of my children start crying and need my attention, my weekday showers probably last a whole five minutes and involve lots of poking my head out the curtain listening. Today I heard Loo run down the hall and close the bathroom door. I was a little worried, now I couldn't hear. Beri was sleeping so I thought if I just went really quick it would be okay. Thirty seconds later Loo is pounding on the door he shut, upset that he can't get it. Once he managed to open it I told him to sit on the bathroom floor while I finished showering. No sooner did I poke my head back into the shower than I heard little feet running out of the room and slamming the bathroom door again. Once I was dressed I found Loo in the living room and as soon as he saw me he asked.
"Mom are you happy?"
"No, I'm not."
"Mom are you happy now?"
"No, Loo are you happy?"
"Yes, Mom are you happy?"
At which point I can barely help but smile as he looks up at me, "Yes Loo, now I am happy."
A half hour later Beri wakes up from her nap and is standing in her crib waiting to be rescued. Loo and I enter her room and Loo decides to grab her crib rails and start shaking the crib. This time he got a time out so while I changed Beri's diaper he sat on her floor crying and telling me he was sad. As soon as she was changed I extended my hand to Loo to help him stand up and asked him to apologize for shaking Beri's crib. He did and then as Beri swiped her chubby baby hand at him he said.
"Mom, she's trying to get my t---s."
He was wearing his new tool belt so I repeated, "She's trying to get your tools?"
To which he pointed to his face and responded, "No mom, she's trying to get my tears!"
(Oh Loo, it is so difficult to be angry with you when you're so freakin' adorable)
And somewhere in between these two incidents he managed to colour all over our television with blue crayon. The good news is that a little Windex was able to clear that up, maybe we will have to wall mount our TV after all. (I know, I know, more attentive parenting could also prevent such things, but c'mon I'm not the only one this has happened to right?)
Now he's supposed to be napping, I can hear him through the monitor calling my name and saying his pants are falling down, I'm almost afraid to go in...