He's Out To Get Me

If only I was joking.

Noah is out to get me. He is secretly (or not so secretly) planning my demise.

He is not even two (almost 21 months to be exact) and this kid already knows all about trouble. I don't know if it's because he is making up for being bedridden in the NICU and CICU for so long or because he's just a boy. I am sure that Lilly was not like this though.

Here is a small example of what the menace was up to today.

I find him in the living room. He has removed all the pillows off the couch, climbed up the back of it and is standing on the window sill, clutching the blinds that I have raise way above his head, as he licks (yes, licks) the window. I get him down. As I fix the pillows I hear a noise in the kitchen and then a crunching rapidly moving down the hall way. I go to Lilly's room to find Noah sitting on the floor with a bag of Doritos that he got out of the LOCKED pantry cabinet. I take the chips from him that then results in a screaming tantrum. As I put the chips away the screaming stops. I go into the living room to find out why, and find Noah standing on his tip toes grabbing my purse off the table and pulling it down.

One thing after another. Add to that no nap and 45 minutes of non-stop screaming while I was hoping he would fall asleep and you have one tired, worn out, and frazzled mommy.

I told you he was out to get me.

But I have to add a side note. As much as I would like to leave it at that and try and invoke some fellow mommy sympathy, I just can't. Because every time this little monster tries my patience or runs circles around me, I can feel nothing but complete gratitude that he is here to run circles around me. There was many moments when I didn't know if I would be blessed with such a pleasure. So even when I am tired and frazzled, I can't help but remember that I wouldn't have it any other way.

My life is so very blessed.