Toddlers, (especially mine) are tiny terrorist. You can't trust them, and can't turn your back on them. Kyle and I have been living in our home for a little over a year now, and I STILL can't decorate the way I want, or put out nice things. Obviously, I have a two year old that loves to break things, and my baby enjoys vomiting enfamil as a past time. My Mom came to visit the other day, and as she was kicking out a path between toys, she laughed and told me she could definitely tell a toddler lived here. I think any mom of a child, that can crawl or walk can apreciate these 10 signs that you have a tiny terrorist called a "toddler" occupying your home.
1: You have toys everywhere. And better yet, you have toy bins everywhere. I have two pack and plays slapped FULL of toys. Greyson has a play nook upstairs in the great room that is his art/toy area. His room is stuffed to the gills. TOYS, TOYS EVERYWHERE.
2: All your breakable stuff is put up, or put up high. All my glassware and antique cookie jars are in my bookshelf on high alert. I am going through the process or removing them, however, because now, Greyson has learned to climb. Awesome.
3: Your bedspread or any bedspread is in a perpetual state of "needs to be washed" or "flithy" because your toddler wipes, eats, marks or colors on it. Yep, ramen noodle stains on mine right now.
4: You own an awful pleather couch, because, it wipes off easy. Yeah, I have one of those too.
5: Wet wipes. I have a pack in almost every room in my house. They clean everything. Seriously. You never know when my kid is going to decide to poop in the corner, or pee in the garbage can.
6: You have at least one whole pantry in the kitchen, dedicated to sippy cups, arrow root cookies, snacks, and "bribe candy". I am not judging, chocolate will get G to do anything.
7: Your fridge is covered in artwork, pictures, notes about doctors appointments. Basically, anything you child marks on, or anything you need to remember about said child. Yeah, mine is a mess.
8: There is stray food everywhere. My toddler eats and runs, and then will stuff his leftovers in any couch, under any chair or just throw it in the corner somewhere. Before I have company, I have to go around looking for renegade pizza or three day old lunch meat. It drives me insane.
9: Your garbage cans are ALWAYS full. I am not sure how they do it, but Greyson loves to throw things away, or just make a mess in general, so that I have to throw things away. Regardless, I am packing out at least two bags of garbage on the daily. Add in Bubby, and all his diapers and we are teetering on the edge of four. Tough job. I buy a lot of garbage bags.
10: Your house has pretty much became a creepy, weird, shrine to your children. Yeah, I have no pictures or Kyle or myself. Just the kids. EVERYWHERE. I love them, I am proud of them, and when people come over, I want to make sure they can see I have two beautiful, perfect children. ( As if they couldn't tell already by the state of my household.)
Moral of the story: If you have children, enjoy them. Every mom has a messy house. Every mom has toys laying all over, and sticky walls. They are only little for a short amount of time, and I can't imagine the day when they are all grown, and my house can be perfect, I can decorate, and their mark will not be there anymore. So, for now, I love the two little turds that run wild and cause my home to look like a demolition zone, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
