Sunday, October 24, 2010

A toddler lives in my house.

I attacked my living room and kitchen today. I'm talking moving furniture and scrubbing ALL the wood floors. I dusted all the wood surfaces in the living room and looked around.

A toddler lives in my house.

A temper tantrum throwing, milk slinging toddler lives under my roof.

Under the entertainment center was a book and a small toy that I'm sure were flung under there in a fit of fury. All my coasters were under the couch. Milk splatters were on the entertainment center, and the side tables, and the wood floors. Is my child the only one that things throwing a sippy cup of milk is funny. And is it IMPOSSIBLE to make a leak proof cup that IS ACTUALLY LEAKPROOF? Filling her mouth with milk and letting it dribble out is her newest, time out worthy, trick.

It's not unheard of to find a questionable sticky substance on a drawer handle, the window, the wall, or in my freaking hair. Where does she even FIND all this crap to get into?

Her other recently acquired talent. Farting. My beautiful little GIRL thinks farting is HILARIOUS. She tries to push one out and when she is successful she cracks up. Even if she doesn't, it's still hilarious. She says "Mommy. (insert grunting here) Farted." and runs away laughing. How gross.

A stinky, sticky, milky throwing toddler lives with me.

4 comments:

Momma Sunshine said...

Well, if it makes you feel any better, I still think farting is funny, and I'm 36 years old. though I don't still try to squeeze one out anymore. I stopped doing that, oh, at least 2 or 3 years ago.

heh.

Enjoy your toddler! This is such a fun age. :-)

Moo's Mamma said...

lol... my lo thinks farting is hillarious too... at home is one thing but when it draws attention to me when I am standing at the checkout line... well you get my drift (punn intended : )

Jen said...

Avery likes to point out my boobs or stick her hand between them in the checkout!! Come on kid, they're already offensively large!

Eileen said...

ok that totally made my day. I don't have my own child, but I spend 40 plus hours a week with other people's children. I know when I go around my friend's son that I will need to wash my shirt because he sees me, runs at me full speed and face plants into my chest, depositing whatever crap is currently on his face, hands, shirt or in his mouth. Ahh life with kids :) Isn't it grand?