For sale

Every year on Memorial Day, Bruce goes to Versailles and spends the day with his Dad so that leaves me alone with the kids all day. Usually not a big deal. However that was not the case this year. Before lunch I text my aunt Patty and my Mom with the following note, "For sale: An almost two-year old who likes to throw things when he gets mad. Not potty-trained." I immediately get a text back from both of them saying that they will take him however no one showed up to claim him so I have my doubts as to if they really wanted him.

It all started when I corrected him for something while we were in the living room. He got mad and picked up one of the boys tractors and tried to throw it. Because they are heavy, and he was trying to throw it over his head, I was worried that it would fall on his head or he would put a hole in the wall. He got a "time-out" for that which equals me putting him in his crib until both of us have calmed down.

Only like a half hour later we were in the kitchen. I had got into the drawer that I keep my recipe books at because I was planning on doing some power cooking. I pulled out a round, glass vase that I took home from my cousins bridal shower earlier this spring. When Darren saw the round "bowl" he thought that would make a good holder for his fruit goldfish, so he proceeded to dump his goldfish in the glass bowl. When Darren was done, I told him to just sit the bowl on the counter so that I could wash it before putting it away. Justin then crawls on the counter. I do not remember if me telling him to get down is what caused him to lose his temper, but before I knew it, he picks up the glass bowl and throws it toward the refrigerator. It shatters into a million pieces. Darren is in the fridge getting something to drink, and he does not have any shoes on, so I tell him not to move. Of course, he immediately starts backing away from the shards of glass. Since I had flip-flops on, I pick Darren up and carry him over to the garage and told him to put his flip-flops on. I pick Justin up and put him in time-out and begin the process of cleaning up all the glass. I was extremely upset. I looked at Nathan and told him, "See what you taught your brother by throwing things?" Nathan realized he wasn't a good example, and I was upset, so he offered to help clean up the glass. I told him that I appreciate the offer, but I don't want him to cut himself, so he just needs to go outside and play. I let Justin sit in his crib crying for 10-15 minutes before I got him out and gave him a stern talking to. He was better the rest of the day, but those two episodes just put me in a mood for the remainder of the day.