In the last week Jack has:
Painted himself with whiteout, including his tongue which warranted a call to poison control. (I didn’t even know we had whiteout).
Painted himself with pink nail polish. (I did know we had that in abundance).
Painted the wall with the same pink nail polish.
Painted himself with craft paint and fabric dye.
I think he thinks he’s some sort of warrior…
Gorged himself on tooth paste while relaxing in the bathroom sink.
Mistaken his baby sister’s face for a drum.
Mistaken his older sister’s bottom for a pastry.
Made a china plate into a frisbee from the kitchen counter.
Stolen the sprinkles from the sprinkle jar. (Who me? Yes you. You’re stuck and you’ve left a trail, Hansel.)
And lest you think I haven’t tried to contain him, he has:
Tipped himself over in his high chair.
Scaled every gate.
Masterminded every lock on every door in the house.
My eyes see a mess, faith sees creativity. My eyes see chaos , faith sees ambition. My eyes see exhaustion, faith sees zeal. My eyes see sin, faith sees repentance. May the Lord give me more faith.
My Nathan used to do the same exact things! I used to cry a lot. The stories I could tell you. I do wish you luck keeping up with that one!