Stepping on a necklace bead was how I started my day.
Finding garbage in a kitchen cabinet was how I ended it.
In the middle I realized my son had turned overnight.
He wasn't Brandon anymore...
He was The Destroyer.
The Destroyer is exactly what it sounds like. Nothing is safe, nothing is off limits. If he can rip it, hide it, break it or throw it--he will.
Phases come and go but the one we are in at the moment doesn't feel like it's ending quickly enough. B is a sweet boy. He's my cuddle-bug. He's a momma's boy.
Unfortunately, he doesn't look like this sweet little boy lately. He's changed. In fact, this is the face I'm more familiar with as of late.
His destroying includes, but is not limited to:
-ripping books.
-ripping cards.
-ripping mail.
-breaking a necklace of E's.
-hiding garbage in kitchen cabinets...or drawers in his room.
-tearing off the decorative decals I put on his walls. He did try to put them back on thinking I wouldn't notice. I did.
-taking bites out of unpeeled clementines and then putting them back.
-tearing down E's lego buildings.
-hiding my jewelry (that I was dumb enough to put on a table when I took it off) under the couch.
-moving heavy landscaping bricks in our backyard. I still have no idea how he did that.
This list does not include his destroyer attitude towards eating. Silverware is not needed. In fact, it is insulting to him if you even imply he should use a spoon. His view is to skip the middleman. He just digs right into his yogurt/oatmeal/cereal with his hand. Then there are sandwiches. Why eat them when they are put together properly when it's so much more fun to open them up, eat around the crust (I refuse to cut off the crusts of his sandwich even though he doesn't like it for some reason) and then smoosh up whatever he doesn't want into a ball.
And of course kleenexes are only good for ripping into a thousand little pieces. Because why would he need a tissue when he has me? I am his human tissue.
The Destroyer.
I know my last post was all about enjoying whatever moment of mommyhood I happen to be in but...
I'm out on this one.
And now I must clean up his most recent mess.
I'll spare you the details. But it's not pretty.
xo Sara
{P.S. Parenting is fun. Here's some other recent events you may enjoy: the time I told my kids it's ok to take candy from strangers and the time I let you into the brain of a SAHM (mine) trying to enjoy a Target trip.}