The Gift of Life

I think the biggest gift a parent can give to their child is life.

I don't mean the gift of bringing them into the world, I mean allowing them to continue to live after said child destroys everything in the house.

Last week I was busy cleaning the kitchen and Jeffrey was working on the plumbing.

Keith was far too quiet. We had turned the computer on for him and left him to watch Dinosaur Train, as that is the easiest way to keep him out of trouble...

or so we thought.

I couldn't hear the show anymore, so assuming it had ended, I headed into the bedroom to get another qued up for him.

And that is when he received the gift of life from his parents.

The little devil had gotten a hold of a bottle of Febreeze (that I had put in a place I thought was out of his reach just before the show started) and was "cleaning" the LCD monitor screen.

We were pretty upset.

He was in big trouble, but honestly, I couldn't be too mad at him, because he thought he was being helpful. He thought he was cleaning.

After the disciplining passed, we moved on sans upstairs computer. We were then left with the man cave computer, and my Mr. Darcy.

Without a computer, Keith decided he wanted to be an artist. He got up early one morning, found the Sharpie markers in the box they were packed away in, and went to town on his "canvas" our living room rug. And his pajamas. I am just happy the walls didn't get any Keith artwork.

Again, he was granted the gift of life.

But today, that gift was nearly taken from him.

He got up this morning and had a banana. I wasn't feeling well, so I asked him to go play in his room with his robots so I could get a tiny bit more sleep.

In actuality, I suppose it was my fault.

He didn't want to play by himself, so Jeffrey pulled Darcy into the living room, and put on Keith's favorite partner in crime... Dinosaur Train.

After hearing an alarming amount of nothing, I got up and checked on Keith. He had found a spray bottle of water, and was "cleaning" the laptop.

Water and laptops are not friends.

I turned off my Mr. Darcy (and am praying it will work again after we let it dry out) and put Keith into his room to scream and pound on the door. Jeffrey went back to bed as he didn't even want to face the situation. It was too drastic for him. See, Darcy is his. It was his Father's Day gift two years ago. Although Jeffrey has let me play on Darcy and claim him as my own, he really is Jeffrey's toy, and the possibility of not being able to revive him was all too much.

After I put Keith in his room I called his sainted grandmother. I explained the depth of our love for Keith, and how we really do want him to live to see tomorrow, but if he stayed with us all day, chances of survival for him were pretty low. She said she would take him, thus giving us a day void of any more disaster.

Thank Heavens.

I am happy to report the little imp is back home with us and all hard feelings are gone. Except I know have to use the computer in the man cave. I am not happy with that, and as such, my computer time has been shortened to typing up my blog, and then rushing upstairs to make sure the house is still intact.

When we arrived at Grandmother's house to pick Keith up, in the short time it took for her to leave him and come to the door to let us in, he had emptied a bottle of shampoo in her shower to "help clean up."

At least he is learning to clean, right?

I can only say, Its a good thing toddlers are so darn cute.

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starnes family said…
This, too, shall pass.

Remember Barbara Bush's quote about toddlers. I love it!
Laura said…
Aww bless his little heart for wanting to 'help out' so much! Kids can be SO frustrating sometimes...I try to remember that their feelings are more important than whatever was broke, ruined, etc. Sometimes it's hard though. Hope he doesn't help out anymore, at least this week. And thank God for Grandmas!! :)
Emmy said…
So sorry. Lucas never got into things like that, Alex definitely has/did though. I really am worried about number three, or what Alex does when I am busy with number 3.

By the way I LOVE that picture!!!
Harm broke my work lap top... $215 to fix it. I learned electronics and Harmon don't mix. See my blog... sleeping in and Harmon don't mix either.
Oh my, the great thing about blogs is he will be able to read this post one day and appreciate what wonderful parents he has for letting him stick I hope the laptop survives. My husband would have freaked! And to think, it was all out of innocence...just trying to help!
Gail said…
It is a good thing they are so cute!!
tinahead81 said…
it IS a good thing they are so cute! lol-i tell my husband that all the time!! i'm not sure we could ever have our sons play together...they may burn the house down!!

p.s. HOORAY for grandmas!!
Gina said…
OH NO! And seriously, what is up with the kiddy crack called Dinosaur Train? Last night, I was on the phone with my BFF and L kept requesting Dinosaur Train. When I told him I didn't know what that was, my friend filled me in. She thought that a creator of a show that combined dinosaurs and trains was pretty genius. I have to agree.
Familia Morales said…
The joys of 2 year olds. I feel your pain! I hope Darcy lives through this. And you too. And Keith too.
Noodle said…
I give the gift of life to my little monster every day now... good thing she is cute or she would be thrown away... Grandma's are great to help us out when we are ready to pull all of our hair out...
Oh boy, I'm just going to savor my little guy's infanthood. He's been having a lot of crying fits lately and I don't always know what to do for him. Eventually he goes to sleep. I might have to ask the pediatrician for advice next time I see her.
Sue said…
Oh boy, he is pretty inventive in his "helping," isn't he? You are going to have to watch him like a hawk!

This post made me laugh. More than once. In fact, several times more...

Tiffany said…
oh. my.

water and laptops are certainly not friends. you are a saint...and so is his grandmother!
* { Shannon } * said…
Lucky for Keith, he's a little cutie-pie! ;) It's hard to be mad at that sweet face!
Veronica said…
Oh my! I'm so sorry that Mr. Darcy has not been able to be revived..

That being said..

I had to laugh because I totally understand "the gift of life" in this context. I never thought of it that way, but this is hilarious (after the fact of course)!!!
Em said…
yikes! brennan has been doing far too much of this as well lately. and we love dinosaur train too, although he is much more attentive to tv when he gets to get out of the house at some point in the morning...stupid rsv season.

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