Thursday, November 27, 2008

The Spice of Life

This morning when I was in Jamie's room getting him out of bed and changing his diaper, I got that ominous feeling again. Yes, I was certain that my little Cody was into something, but I was in the middle of dealing with a very poopy diaper and I simply could not bear to rush into the other room to see what was going on. Denial, I think. Sometimes it's easier to avoid these things, even if it's only for a few more minutes. After all, you know the disaster will still be there a few minutes later, so why rush to the scene of the crime? I guess I just didn't want to know, so I finished up with Jamie and then came out to the living room. It was unoccupied. There was silence in the house. My heart rate picked up a bit and I tentatively called out, "Cody?" There was a muffled sound from the kitchen area and my suspicions were confirmed. The pantry. I hurried over and saw some kind orange powdery pile on the floor and on the blanket that the dog sleeps on. I was now tense, knowing that no matter what the substance was, it should not have been all over the floor. Well, soon I found the large empty container of Hy's seasoning salt laying on the floor beside Cody and his lovely orange piles. It had been almost full, and now the entire thing did not have a single crystal of salt left inside of it. Everywhere I walked, granular residue stuck to the soles of my bare feet. That just happens to be one of my pet peeves, by the way. I swept the floor twice, but still the piles spread and my floor remains gritty and spicy. It is clear that I will need to get really drastic and wash the whole floor with a mop. Floor-washing is not really my forte. I have not yet succumbed to this necessity, but will probably have to do it tomorrow morning.

I don't know how to keep up with Cody. Child-proofing does not suffice for him. He is now proficient at removing those child-proof door knob handles in lightning-fast speed. As of this morning, I now must resort to locking my bedroom door even when I am not in there and leaving a bent bobby pin on a high shelf at the end of the hallway so that I can pick my lock when I need to get in there. I am convinced that we may need a steel safe door on our pantry. About half an hour ago, I caught him on my bed (I had forgotten to lock my bedroom door. I guess the habit has not stuck yet...) and he had a tiny pair of scissors which are actually meant for cutting nails. He was repeatedly saying, "I'm cutting a road." I did not know what he meant, but I knew it was not good. I finally found the tell-tale signs that he had been trying to cut up my body pillow. I am half expecting that my sheets will be in ribbons when I try to go to bed tonight. So, what does an exhausted mom do with a child like Cody? He is unstoppable. He is resourceful. He is unrelenting. He is incredibly smart. He drains everything out of me. But he is also very lovable. He is very sweet. He is funny. He is a ray of sunshine in my life. I wouldn't trade him for anything.

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