The minute Nathan wakes up and he jumps out of bed and his feet touch the ground he turns into a little tornado. He seems to destroy everything in his path or make a mess everywhere he goes. I feel like I am going from one natural disaster to the next...never able to keep up because while I am cleaning up one mess, The Tornado is touching ground in another room. He is just SO full of energy!
The other day, the worst "natural" disaster of all struck our home...more specifically, Nathan's room:
(can't say I didn't warn you)
This picture does not do it justice...(and yes, I am getting a little obsessed with this blog to actually pause in the middle of this catastrophic mess to take a picture)...The Tornado decided that he did not want to wear his poopy diaper and proceeded to take it off, smear it on the floor, step in it and walk around his room, use the carpet as a wet wipe, and then go and play with his blocks. I opened the door and the smell hit me like a ton of bricks. I just stood there in shock, not knowing where to start, or how to clean it up...a BIG thanks to my Sister-In-Law for bring her carpet shampooer over and cleaning his carpet!!!
I took a picture as proof, and possibly for blackmail purposes, grabbed Nathan, shut the door, and hosed him off in the shower. As I was scrubbing and sanitizing him, he asked me "What monsters eat?" to which I replied "Little boys who take their diapers off and smear poop all over." He got a thoughtful look on his face and didn't say another word. I know this was a bit harsh; it was one of those maddening parental moments.
Does anyone have any tips for taming a tornado?
Oh, by the way, this is my 100th post...sorry it is so "crappy"!