girlfiend

I was in the middle of writing this when my brother-in-law called to ask if I could let out his dog. I went downstairs to see if I had the keys to his house. I found keys on the back of the door but they weren’t labeled. I called boyfiend to see if they were the right keys, went to the basement to empty the dehumidifier then came back upstairs to find the Fiendling on the couch with my laptop keys spread around him. Several were bent in half dimpled with teethmarks. G, h and w, which is the worst of the three, are disfigured. V is a goner. It’s totally destroyed and there’s a big empty spot in its place.

I was stunned. I stood staring for a minute then I said, “you broke it.” He agreed, and said, yes, I broke it. I took them all off. I asked him to leave the room. He did not; instead he went to the bookshelf and pulled down a stack of books. I took him upstairs and locked the door so I could locate the keys and reassemble the keyboard.

Today the Fiendling is two and a half years old. He is smart and funny and a huge pain in the ass sometimes. (see above.)

He’s very verbal and can clearly state his needs. This morning he pointed to his diaper and said, “I have a rash mommy, put cream on it.”

He’s also very physical. He loves to tackle people and tells you where and how he wants to tackle. “I am going to tackle you forwards on the couch.”

The love for trains shows no signs of fading but he’s been less interested in watching Thomas videos which is a bonus.

He just took my tortilla, removed the cheese and replaced it with his hot dog. I would like my lunch back but I’m so glad he’s eating I’ll let it slide.

He wants to do things all by himself. He puts the baby tub in the big tub (I know he’s too big for it, but our stopper is broken so we stick with it) turns on the water, squirts in the soap, takes off his shorts, diaper and gets his shirt over his head before he asks for help getting his arms out of the sleeves.

He’s beginning to like his brother and tries to make him smile and laugh. He still screams at him, jumps on him and tackles him, but it’s more about being two than it is about being vicious.

The memory really is spectacular. We’ve established that he can actually remember events that happened a year ago, events that he must remember since there are no pictures of them. He also still remembers the givers of gifts.

He loves to jump. Up and down and off of things. He also requests, “Jump with me, mama.”

This is where I left off before the keyboard debacle. I am still annoyed and can’t think of any nice things to report at the moment.