Tuesday, June 20, 2006

NOT A TOY!


Let's repeat after me, "Not a Toy!"

It is a simple sentence that is repeated over and over and over again in my house. I think I could say it in my sleep. I think I do say it in my sleep! By dinner time I am so tired of saying it that I wish very badly we could take out the batteries and put him on a shelf somewhere simply for peace of mind.

Now, I know that eventually he will learn that lip gloss is not a toy, that scissors are not a toy, that potatoes are not a toy, that DVDs although shinny...still not a toy. I know he will learn that although toothpaste tastes good and shows up really well when smeared on the walls is, not a toy. He will learn water spills when it is dumped upside down, that salt is not meant to be poured all over the floor, that the button on the computer turns it off even when mom is in the middle of blogging, and that although tampons fly really far when you throw them all these things are "Not A Toy!"

Until then, I am exhaused. I know this time is suppose to fly by and that soon he will be asking for my keys, for my car that will again be "Not a Toy."

But until then, I count the minutes from 5:00 until bedtime and pray no sounds will be heard until at least 7:00am.

6 comments:

Jen said...

Preach it sister. Greta is not interested in the classification system either. If it looks fun, it is a toy.

JD said...

Do we all have 2 year olds? Did you see my mascara post? Ryann is also much more interested in dumping things, coloring things (other than coloring books) and ruining things than she is in playing nicely with her sister or her toys. WHY CAN'T THEY JUST PLAY NICE???

By the way, we have tampons all over the place - they are next to the plunger by the front door and the condoms that are scattered throughout the house.

one hot momma said...

So I come to this comment with no two year olds in my house anymore...I'm a big kids mom now. I'm rather sad reading this because I know what it feels like to be in it, but I also know the other side... why didn't I sit on the floor with my 2 year olds (I've had three) and pour water on my head with them? Why didn't I throw salt over my shoulder and wish that these days would last forever. I KNOW WHY...but I just wish I had'nt known why then and that I could have played more... lesson learned too late for me...

Mommy Brain said...

Oh shut up Laura...you saw me running down the block 7 times yesterday trying to hold a conversation with you and Tracy! You can romanticize anything once it's over just ask me about the joy of labor and child birth sometime.

biermadoc said...

She does say it in her sleep, but I thought it was because I was touching her boobs

kkoois said...

TMI, Doug, TMI!!!

I'm glad to know that I am not the only one frazzled with kids.

"Honey, it's bed time! Would you like your Benedryl neat or on the rocks tonight?"