Rumor has it that children have a tendancy to trash their parents' houses for years on end. We definitely had a "beater" couch that got even more beaten down by 5 kids. Come to think of it, we still treat my parents' house like a dumpster, leaving dirty dishes for my mom to clean up when we visit and our cast-off college furniture (and poorly executed oil paintings of nude models, in my case), but that's not what this post is about.
It's about MY house. The precious oasis that I've so carefully and creatively decorated, which is slowly being destroyed by this sweet-looking boy below.
This child has plenty of toys to play with, but he prefers taking a wooden knife and breaking the reeds off of the wicker shelves in the playroom. And every other thing that has a woven quality, like baskets and containers. He considers curtains to be his own personal hang-toy, outlet covers are a fun challenge for him to try (and succeed in) removing, and he treats lamps like targets for throwing. I'm sure I'm not the only person in the house getting tired of hearing me say the word "no!"
Mr. Geek told me that this morning, SoJo took the spent match that the mister lit his meditation candle with and streaked the new curtain (shown in my previous post) with the burnt, black end (the match was cool, since the candle was lit an hour before). My dear husband thankfully disguised the act with soap and water, only so we could shake our heads about it after dinner.
I'm guessing that a lot of it is that he's a boy, and is sorely in need of a day outside. To remedy this, we've taken up dancing, or as we like to call it, "the wiggles."
It cracks me up to see SoJo wiggling his arms and dancing. I really need to get a video of it.
He especially loves dancing to Putumayo's Picnic Playground and gets excited when the Ice Cream song comes on. As soon as he hears that steel drum, he starts smiling.
So we don't live in a precious house filled with priceless objects, unless of course you count SoJo. I'd much rather have a beater of a house with him in it than a spotless, perfect abode. How's your home holding up?