As Destructive as a Tornado

My sweet Oren is 19 months old. I am using the word "sweet" loosely here.

The kid keeps me busy.

We had an appointment this morning and by the time we returned home, the kids were starving. They had already eaten apples on the way home, so I opened a full sleeve of Ritz crackers, hoping that it would lessen the complaining while I made pizza. Oren threw every cracker on the floor, stepped on them and then slid and hit his head while stepping on the crackers. What was I doing? Talking to the fire place guys who had just arrived.

Then, while I was bent over getting out a pizza pan, Oren fell face first off the stroller. He had climbed into it in about 30 seconds, leaned over the top and bam! On his face.

Oren threw an enormous fit when I put him down for a nap. Like arching his back in convulsions type fit. And lots of screaming.

He gave me a small sanity break by taking a decent nap and behaving the first part of the afternoon. Then it was time to make dinner.

Dinner started with Maeve and Oren standing on her desk looking out the window. Oren was naked, of course, and standing in front of the window. Maeve decided it would be fun to jump off of her desk and land on her feet while holding onto Oren. Nice idea, but guess what? She didn't land on her feet. She landed on Oren.

My husband came home from work and was watching the kids in the living room. I am using the word "watching" loosely here. Oren was messing around on the couch and fell off and hit his butt.

Then I had to rescue Oren from falling down the steps because someone had taken off the baby gate.

I was finally ready to start setting the table so I put on a clean tablecloth and a big pitcher of water. See where I'm going with this? A minute later Maeve came running into the kitchen to tell me that Oren had dumped the entire pitcher of water onto the table. Because, you know, he can climb chairs now and get on the table.

Oren, still naked, then went into the office, the only room in our entire house with carpet, and peed. Twice.

The table was set, the food was done and Finn fell off of his chair, hitting his neck on the tile floor.

To say that I was ready for bedtime is the understatement of the year. Surprisingly though, even after all of the falls, Oren doesn't have a scratch anywhere on his body.