Jackson turned three last month, and since that time, Grant has labeled this "Jackson's Year of Destruction." It has been a crazy time! He has always been incredibly active and a little defiant, from when he was two days old in the hospital and was trying to turn over on the bed while I was changing his diaper. The past month has been even more....
Two weeks ago I left the boys with Dan while I went out for some much needed "me time." When I arrived back home Grant met me at the door and told me that Jackson had done something really bad that "Daddy cannot even fix!" Apparently Jackson had found a spot on the wallpaper that had a hole under it (where they drilled to blow insulation into the wall) and he got a pair of scissors and cut a big hole in the wallpaper. He had also peed on the floor while I was gone. The next day he colored on the same wallpaper with his markers. (Of course Grant witnessed both of the wallpaper defacements but decided not to be a tattletale until after the damage had been done.) The next weekend, I found him sitting in the crib with the baby trying to force-feed him a bottle of water. ("De baby was firsty, mama!") On Wednesday I took him and the baby shopping. When we're at the grocery store, Jackson will hold on to the basket and hang like a monkey. Unfortunately, he tried that with the stroller and pulled it over on top of himself, with the baby in it! THANKFULLY no one was hurt, aside from the large bump on the back of Jackson's head where he hit the floor. I nearly had a heart attack! Here's the last one - yesterday I came home and Jackson opened the door for me and he was crying. I asked him about the tears and Grant said, "He was trying to drink his medicine and Elise (the babysitter) wouldn't let him so he's mad." Thank goodness for childproof lids! He said "I love my medicine. I want to drink it all day!" Oh dear. I sometimes wish they wouldn't make it taste so good! We don't give the boys sweets, so that syrupy sweet medicine is a special treat, apparently! Aside from all of these frustrations, he is the cutest, funniest, sweetest, most giggly, and silliest kid around. I love him so much that it is difficult to stay mad at him for long. He's just too cute. All I have left to say is this: the person who coined the term "Terrible Twos" obviously never met a three year old.
PS - The picture of Jackson eating ice cream is from his third birthday, when he was allowed to have his first ice cream ever. What an exciting day!
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