Terrible Twos...

Oh.My.God.

That is what I find myself saying about my 20-month old son most days. We are hitting the terrible twos and we are hitting them hard and fast. The boundary pushing is ridiculous. He is the most stubborn little thing I have ever seen in my life. He gets that from his Dad by the way. :) The tantrums aren't too bad, I just ignore him completely and he gets the picture. It is the things that he absolutely knows he isn't supposed to do, like climb in the middle of the living room table, climb up ON the computer desk, get behind the TV to play with wires, destroy the laundry that I just folded, throw entire rolls of toilet paper into the toilet, flush every toy he can think of down the toilet...you name it...he's done it.

He was like a wrecking machine this morning...I was doing laundry which is such a process here (6 hours for one load to wash and dry...and I am lucky, I have a dryer, most people line dry) He has to touch and push every button, if I am loading the washer he is messing with the dryer and vice versa. Get the clothes upstairs get them folded, turn my back for one second and he is like a tornado...arms flailing about clothes flying everywhere and he actually had a pair of my panties in his mouth (they were clean!) chewing on them like a dog. By the time I have things re-folded and put up he has unloaded the dishwasher or gotten into a cabinet. (Yes, we have child locks on the cupboards but my brilliant son knows how to unlock them. He just watched us a few times and TA-DA he can do it too!) So..I say, lets go upstairs to play. I am making my bed and he breaks into the bathroom and I hear *FLUSH* take off running and yep there are the number 3 and number 8 letters from his bath toys swirling around the toilet. I dig those out, throw them away am washing my hands and he has already opened the toilet and dumped a roll of toilet paper in. Mind you that all of this happened within 40 minutes. He.is.into.EVERYTHING.

What am I going to do? It's not like I am sitting on the couch eating bon bons and he's tearing up the house...I never sit down. Ever. Constantly chasing him, saying no...listening to him laugh or defiantly stare at me and do it anyway. I hope this ends soon. God Help me on the flight home.