Destiny and Tylan did NOT prepare us for Avery and Paxton.
Guess the Lord likes to keep us as parents humble, doesn’t He?
The first 2 were easy, laid back, didn’t get into trouble much, were very tender-hearted and then…….
We had Avery.
Sunshine to thunder clouds and back, all in a matter of minutes.
No middle ground.
I will never forget when she was 5 months old and threw her first fit, arching her back and practically sliding down my leg, limp as a spaghetti noodle. I gasped and stared at Dale across the room, whose mouth had also dropped open. We knew then, we were in for a WHOLE new ballgame!
I wouldn’t have it any other way, my sweet, sassy little Peanut!
Then there is Paxton, who takes Mischievous to a whole new level.
He is the naughty to her theatrics.
Did I tell you about the time I went out to photograph Banana Caramel Pinterest Pie and when I came back he had dragged over a kitchen chair and helped himself?
How about the morning where he dumped the entire bowl of Oatmeal on his head?
Or, when he dumped flour all over the place? Escaped out the back door for the first time, or helped himself to the contents of the fridge?
In the last 2 weeks it has been as follows:
Threw his binky in the toilet. (Yes, the toilet was being used, otherwise the lid is not allowed to be left open. Yuck.)
Threw Avery’s special prayer bunny in the toilet, again it was being used. Ew.
Hit Avery in the head with Dale’s golf club.
Hit Avery in the head with a golf ball.
Hit Avery in the head with her high-heeled church shoes.
Hit Avery in the head with a utensil.
Hit Avery in the head with a train.
Poor Avery needs a helmet! Paxton will smack his own bottom afterwards, “No no”, he says.
If you know it’s a no-no, THEN QUIT, DUDE! Your sisters health depends on it!
This torment seems mostly directed at Avery, as you can tell! He just frustrates Destiny when he trashes her room and Ty when he knocks down his lego towers.
He stands at the island to “help” with supper, those little grabby hands dumping salt and noodles faster than I can stop him.
I clean up water messes at least 5 times a day as he crawls up on to the table and dumps his siblings cups out, then plays in them.
{Sigh} A mother’s job is never done it seems. If it’s quiet and you can’t find Pax, don’t walk, RUN to find him. You will be sorry otherwise!
Now, our latest issue is……….
Markers.
I hide them, he somehow finds them. I hide them again, higher. He finds them again, using a kitchen chair to do his job. Hopefully they are all so high he can’t reach them (I barely can) and this will stop. OF COURSE, I didn’t think to take a photo of my “decorated” walls, doors, couch and carpet before I scrubbed them, but here is how he looked afterwards:
(When he first came to me, I was very concerned that he was bleeding. This quickly turned to exasperation, as I realized he had found yet another marker!)
Oh my gracious sakes! Who drew marker all over the walls?
Ok, ok, you are right. It was me. {sigh}
I decorated my sock, too! See?
What do you mean that is a “No no”?
This is some of my BEST work!
You aren’t going to tell Daddy about this, right?!
You ARE????????
Sorry about the mess, Momma.
Even though I am naughty, you think I’m pretty cute, don’t cha!?”
Come on, you know you do……
I sure love you, Momma! I will be a good boy now.
Sweet baby Tank, what would my life be without you and your siblings? I love that each and every one of you are different and special in your own way!
God is good and life with kids is great, so we’ll just smile and roll with it! 🙂
~T
4 little Fergusons 