We were all hanging out yesterday, when my 4 year old daughter decided to go play upstairs. Of course, her 19-month-old brother got up and followed her right up there. Since it’s generally not a good idea to allow her to supervise him, I went up to get him. As I climbed the stairs, I heard the bathwater running. Alarmed now, I started running, yelling their names. When I got to the bathroom, I found the little one, standing in the tub fully clothed (socks, shoes, and all), water up to his knees and both taps on full blast! :eek: He just looked up at me like “what’s the problem?”
Meanwhile, his sister was in their room, playing. I asked her if she turned on the water, and she said, “no, Boots did it.” (That’s what she calls her brother.) I asked her if she knew this was going on, and she said she did! We had a little talk about coming to tell mommy when he’s doing something he’s not supposed to do.
Anyone else have any fun stories about the little ones to share?
When mine were 1 and 2 they decided to smear an entire jar of Vaseline all over the carpet in one of the bedrooms. Just because it was there I suppose.
They looked all innocent and completely non-oblivious when we walked in on them. It’s really hard to get mad at them at that age.
Now I have a great next chapter to the story, which I suppose should go in a thread entitled “Things mothers say:”
I called my mom to tell her the story, and given that nothing bad had happened, I was laughing about it. Mom says to me in this serious voice, “Sarah, you do know he could drown, don’t you?”
Really, mom? You mean I shouldn’t let him play in a water-filled tub without supervision? But that’s how I keep him entertained! :rolleyes:
The old “playing quietly” ploy…I’m on the phone and feel a soft splatter of something on my back. My daughter had opened the tin of brown sugar and proceeded to scatter it through the house and throw a handful of it at me.
Wearing the lampshades we were selling at the yard sale.
Painting her lips (darn near perfectly, I might add) with a Sharpie.
Crawling inside the cat carrier and meowing.
Crawling in Daddy’s lap, giving him a huge hug and flipping herself around and stealing his mouse and keyboard (and game of Spore)
When put in time out starts saying “Poo!” and pointing to her butt, so she gets whisked to the potty and thus, out of time out. (it worked twice)
Wanted candy, Daddy said “Not until you eat your breakfast.” Went back to the table, wolfed it down, then went back to the candy cabinet.
Puts on my shoes, grabs my purse and says “Come on!” (clothing optional)
I needed to get some gardening done, so I set up the toddler with her tea set and jugs of water, each coloured with a few drops of food colouring - I figured it would be more fun and she might just pick up some knowledge TM about colour mixing.
I got on with what I needed to do and she played happily, within earshot and sight (if I’d stood up long enough to look). It wasn’t until my folks arrived for a visit that I discovered the kid had been discovering the art of Tie Dying her clothes, while wearing them. She’d also discovered hair dye and body painting.
Another time, she explored the concept of particle suspension by flinging the contents of a full container of talcum powder around the lounge.
Then there was the time I asked her to ferry her freshly folded clothes from the laundry to her bedroom - as she returned from the final round I thanked her for her help and she replied- “It’s been fun, I’ve been juggling.” I didn’t ask her to help while I re-folded all the clothes that were on her floor.
When she got to three, I tried again, asking her to put her clean clothes away. She put them in the laundry basket because it was easier than opening her drawer. I swear, some of her clothes got washed three or four times before I twigged.
When my son was around two, he very quietly got my new lipstick from my purse and meticulously colored in most of the squares of the waffle iron. He also put the lipstick on (mostly) his lips.
My reaction? Run for the camera, of course! He is almost 14 and I’ll be sure to break out that photo when he starts to date.
My toddler decided that if he painted the (white) carpet with the (blue) toothpaste, then he could ice skate on it.
While I was cleaning up that particular mess, he was busy pouring the dog food down the toilet.
While I was unclogging the toilet, he was busy rubbing ketchup in his hair.
It seemed like all day he was making a new mess as I tried to deal with the other ones.
I don’t miss that age at all and I’m glad that my youngest is now 4 and past the worst of that toddler period.
Not my kids, but the daughters of some friends of mine. At the time, their ages were something like 2, 4, and 6. It was past their bedtime and all was quiet; the grown-ups assumed they were all asleep.
They weren’t asleep. They’d been thinking. Because it was getting close to Halloween and the youngest didn’t have a costume yet. The oldest, who is now 16 and has a mind even more devious than she had 10 years ago, got An Idea.
Hearing a noise in the kitchen, the parents went to investigate. They found three innocent looking little girls holding a roll of duct tape and a package of bologna. They’d duct-taped bologna all over the youngest, including using a long length of tape wrapped around her head (and hair!) to attach two pieces of lunchmeat over the child’s eyes (they’d thoughtfully bitten some eyeholes in it, so she could see).
“What on earth are you DOING?” cried their bewildered parents, in their disbelief falling back on Parenting’s #1 Stupid Question. The two year old flung out her arms and proudly announced, “I’m a sammich!”
They said it took several hours to get all the duct tape off her.
The niece is just over two years old. Her parents took her to House On The Rock yesterday. While they were eating she said her first f***, and the old couple next to them started laughing. I know where they’re coming from because I laugh at kids in stores that did embarrassing things to their parents. She’s starting to cry alot too, because she now resists sleeping and gets crabby. Her first two years she was always happy and didn’t cry even if she fell. Now if you look at her when tired the crying starts. Oh well, not my kid, I can leave.
Australia I hate you for the Wiggles. They look like Star Trek ensigns, and the show keeps me hoping for the inevitable ensign death.
I’ve told this before, but a couple of months ago my 2 1/2 year old son decided to brush between his ass cheeks with his toothbrush after he was done with his teeth.
He also followed a friend of mine around on Halloween. Said friend was dressed as Death, with really good makeup. He walked into one room to blood-curdling screams from all the children. He walked into a room with my son in it and got a friend for life. My little boy trailed Death around all night after that demanding to know if he was scared of pirate ships. Death even picked him up at one point and growled at him, which lead my son to ask, “Man, you burped?” I think Death was a little freaked out.
My youngest, Jill, at 18 months, decided to cool off in the dog’s water bowl. First she sat on the floor and dipped her feet in up to the knees. Then she put in her arms up to the shoulder. Refreshed, she wandered around the kitchen, leaving tiny wet footprints. When we spotted her, we changed her into a clean outfit. Then she got a hold of her brothers cup of milk, covering herself and the freshly mopped kitchen floor. Sigh.
As we cleaned up from that, we looked around for her. Gone. Searched the house high and low. Eventually, we heard giggling from behind the couch. That was a new one for her.
My daughter, at age 6, is not a toddler anymore, but where else am I going to tell this story?
Her 4-year-old brother has a lot of difficulty these days keeping his hands out of his pants. (A LOT of difficulty). Yesterday, my husband was alone with them and had to once again remind our son that that type of activity is for when he’s in his room or someplace private. Somehow, my daughter decided that this was the time to show off some newly-acquired knowledge and told me poor husband, “You know, that area is sometimes called the nuts.”
I think he wanted to go lie down with a cool cloth on his forehead for a while, but he persevered.
