Friday, July 18, 2008

Tropical Storm Eli





Not quite hurricane strength, yet I would say some fairly powerful Eli force winds were blowing in our home this morning. I don't know what gets into him. He ate the same cereal and raisins breakfast that he requests every morning. He has started to say, (which is something more like a raspy, yet absolutely adorable, morning shout,) "o's!" and "rainins!" upon waking, paired with his sign for milk so that he is sure to cover all his breakfast bases.

Many mornings he just walks down the hall and promptly begins pushing trucks and making that noise that boys seem to just inherently have nestled into their brains and vocal chords from birth. From the very miniature matchbox trucks to the very un-miniature tonka truck he will drive them on any and every surface, for hours, if I will let him, only stopping for meals and the occasional glance at Handy Manny.

But not today. Today he awoke with a mission to accomplish: to undo. Laundry in a basket awaiting folding from a procrastinating mama,...became a ground covering of wrinkled fabric, fit, he thought, for a dance floor, or a platform for jumping and spinning. Books, sitting innocently on the bookshelf, waiting patiently to be chosen for quiet, colorful, educational reading time,...are suddenly in a pile on the floor, and not, unfortunately, from a ravenous reading party. Blocks, meant for building and sorting,...well, you get the picture.

And as quickly as I can tidy up, he is darting from his time-out rug, (or naughty spot, as I like to say with my silly english accent voice,...wait, maybe that's why he doesn't take it seriously...) to make the next mess. And the absolute best part is that he puts himself back in time-out after each mini rebellion, because he knows. I don't know any tropical storms that are that smart.


5 comments:

Laurie Rodak said...

Haha, this was a great post. I use to arrange Matt's books by size order and author but now I just pile them on the shelf in the order I pick them up.It's amazing how fast a toddler can trash a room, ignore all the toys on the floor, and pick up something they are not suppose to play with out of the mess. Smarter than a tropical storm indeed!

Mom to 5...Daughter of the King said...

I say he's a genius!!!!

Kate said...

tropical storms never looked so darn cute!!!!!!! I must admit, I got lots of giggles out of this-- it's amazing how fun it is to read about someone else's house getting toddler tornadoed@

david mcmahon said...

G'day from Australia. Let me tell you, there is no tropical storm that packs more energy than a toddler.

I KNOW!!!!

Sandi McBride said...

As the mother of two tropical storms who gained hurricane stage at the age of 16, let me tell you, batten down the hatches and full speed ahead!
David sent me...being a Sailor's wife, I suppose he knew I could tune in on this one!
Sandi