What Doesn't Kill Me, Can Only Make Me Stronger?

I don't know if I am going to survive Ian's toddlerhood. I don't know if Ian is going to survive toddlerhood? I mentioned in a previous blog how he locked himself in the camp trailer, well last night, he locked himself in Zac's work car in 80 degree weather and couldn't get out. He gave us such a scare! And you are probably thinking, why don't you watch your child better, but I swear to you that child can disapper in the blinking of an eye!

Like just last week I started to do the dishes, he was right next to me, then suddenly he wasn't. I went looking for him and he was in his room decorating with baby powder, and that was the second time he had done that. Why do I leave the powder in his reach? I don't, it was on the tallest shelf in his room, he had climbed up dressers to get to it.

Then there are times when his brother and sister leave out markers, glue, and scissors, in the twinkiling of an eye, he becomes his own craft project.

The laundry detergent is his sandbox.

He dumped a whole box of Bisquick on the floor when I was doing the dishes the other day and he is constantly in our vehicles trying to drive! Then there are his special soups he makes, sometimes with water from the fridge, and sometimes with toilet water. I put child locks on the bathroom doors, but Ashlyn and Tanner always forget to shut the door, and then Ian's open door radar kicks in and he is in the bathroom within seconds!

I seriously don't remember the twins being this hard and there were two of them! Did I just block out the memories?