I think I gave birth to Dennis the Menace

and that about sums up my day thus far...

Of course, we've already had this scenario about 5 times... today.

It's noon.

I'm not sure if my child knows how to do anything that isn't naughty,

or at least excessively messy.

Don't get me wrong, I don't think he does it on purpose (most times)

I'm just not sure if he ... I don't even know what to say. Everything with Cooper is big, and messy, and everywhere, and fast. He's all over the place, all the time. And I'm pretty sure this isn't just boys... Maybe a choice few boys, but not boys in general. And I know for a fact it's not just because he's two.

After all, three is the new two.

Really, I don't think my son understands the concept of what a good activity actually is...

Today his choices were emptying the movie drawer, trying to cut apart a baby toy, covering his brother in chap stick, and somehow using my hand mixer to make his own concoction of Gatorade and flour.

HE'S TWO!?!

The problem is, every time I say "Cooper!? We don't do that." He says "Oh...?" like the idea never occurred to him. Then he happily moves on to choose a "better" activity, like filling every container he can get his hands on with water.

why??

I'm so tired...and sticky...and messy....and...oooooh.

(that, my friends, is what a sigh of despair sounds like.)

I promise I'm a good mom, and I don't leave my child unsupervised to make all forms of destructive terrorism...

he's just really quick...

and creative.

Yet endearing,

but tiring.

oh boy.