Mr. Welles. If he isn’t climbing into the bathtub to turn it on or cramming an entire granola bar into his mouth in one bite, he’s looking for a way to escape outside (insert panic emoji face)! Scott and I had a long talk the other day about how to keep this kid safe. Not only is he a two-year-old boy, but he’s a two-year-old boy with special needs. When the other toddlers his age are growing to understand fear and dangers, he will likely sit in this phase much longer. His dangerous antics are starting to put us in a panic. He’s gotten much sneakier. Latest discovery… how to open the laundry room door (that doesn’t have a great fasten on it) and quietly close it to climb into the laundry basket and then go through the trash... To eat the trash. Thankfully the washer and dryer have locks on them. Phew!
The boy gets himself into more sticky situations than we can keep up with. I found him stuck in Scarlett’s toy bin yesterday, stuck in a brown shipping box today and trapped in a cupboard where his big belly couldn’t slide back around the middle wooden slat.
While we are really working on building his leg strength and pushing him to walk, I’m slightly terrified for it. He’ll be unstoppable! I have lots of friends in the DS community who have had to bolt doors and put up high latches to keep their kids from escaping the house. We’ll likely be investing in some of those.
With his lack of communication and fear, it’s really hard for me to not worry about his business. Heaven help me! Having another kid and a new baby makes it impossible to follow the busy-body around. We now have baby gates up all over the place and locks on almost all cupboards. And poor Scarlett squeals with delight when we go to friends houses because their Barbies come with shoes and purses! Little does she know that I throw those right into the waste bin when she gets a doll. I can’t worry about fishing them out of Welles’ mouth!
Here’s to hoping the good Lord assigned a few extra angels to watch over my sweet, crazy boy as I don’t see his chaos ending any time soon. And here’s to hoping he sends me a little extra sanity as I run around the house nursing one kid, all while pulling the other out of a trashcan.
This sweet tea party you see below was after him trying to eat a screw from those little red chairs and before him climbing into a toilet. I have so many good emoji's in my mind....