Send help...he's trying to kill me

Big Willie. Oh. He's a maniac. Currently he's bouncing on me like I am a bounce house while pulling my hair and trying to flip over my head. It's absolutely unpleasant.  But at least he's not in the kitchen. I need to baby gate the kitchen just to keep him out of it. GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN KID.  If it's quiet there are two possibilities of his whereabouts 1) splashing around in a toilet 2) in the kitchen or more specifically in the pantry or climbing counters to get junk food out of the cabinets. I am ready to throw all junk food away. Right now I am ready to throw a lot of things away.  

I fed Miss Cate one morning and came upstairs to boxes - yes plural - dumped all ever the floor.  I wanted to scream...I might have...I don't think he's intentionally being naughty but it's still aggravating.  

Just getting a coffee mug to prepare a cup of coffee for no one b/c no one drinks coffee when Andrew's not here.  And Andrew wasn't here.  It's nice of him to get the mug b/c sometimes he just pushes the start button without it and let me tell you - that's fun. I try to turn it off if I see it's turned on but I am not always as fast or observant as the boy.

I hid the tower which was enabling the kids to climb on the counters. Instead they push chairs all over the kitchen and fall off of them and fight about who is on a chair.  The benefit is that he can't climb on the counter yet from the chair. Yet.

He did get creative after I hid the tower and cleared out the cabinet with his cups and plates and used the pull out drawer as a step ladder.  He found chocolate chips and thought he was in heaven.  I am trying to bake all my cookies for Miss M's school bake sale so everything is just out all the time b/c I have to bake in stages. And by stages I mean when he's not awake. The drawer didn't break this time. I am sure it's a matter of time.  

I got out the Christmas decorations and put the nativity scene behind the couch thinking the kids would be less likely to play with it. I knew it was going to be impossible to keep them from it.  Big Willie loves the sheep.  We had our first victim two days later.  This is how everyone around here feels. He's such a brute. He just wants to ride you, crash into you, take you down or be insanely physical all day long.  Miss M is less and less impressed with his physical nature.  

Oh, he's started throwing things too which is fun.  He throws just about everything and there is no real path of intention.  You have to fear for your life every time he raises his arm. I have tried to get him to stop throwing. It's pointless.  I have also tried to get him to stop being as physical with people as well as screaming at the top of his lungs to no avail. 

Kid wears me out.

And to think, before we knew Miss Cate was a girl, I thought it would be nice to have another little boy so they could play together.  

But look at that sweet face.