I have a seriously spirited 2 1/2 year old. He really has a hard time following instructions. He is constantly testing the limits of my patience. I know that most of what he is doing is normal age appropriate stuff but it still is not acceptable.
This the latest. I put him in his room this afternoon for a nap. He usually plays for a bit and then crawls into bed and sleeps for a bit. Today, I was super tired too so I went and laid down. Both of our doors were open and his door had a gate in it to keep him in his room. (He has been known to climb over the gate and I have to sometimes lock the door to keep him in his room until he goes to bed and then I unlock the door and crack it.) Anyway, so today he climbed over the gate and I didn't hear him. He went downstairs and climbed over the bar counter to get into the kitchen(which is locked with a gate that he cant climb over) and proceeded to dump out every liquid substance from our refrigerator, including a full gallon of milk, cream, worchester sauce, szechuan sauce, coffee grinds....you get the picture, right? Along with a bunch of bowls and food, including pancakes to get soggy on the floor.
So, I wake up because I hear him calling me. This is how we normally do our naps. So, I realize he's calling me from downstairs and I knew right away that he was into something. This is not the first time something major like this has happened. I am constantly childproofing, cleaning up disasters,etc.
I am exhausted by this. I told him to come over and I stripped him down naked, changed his diaper and put him in his room with the door shut and locked. I am seriously feeling like the only way I can be sure he's not going to hurt himself or really destroy something I love, is to lock him in his room when it's bedtime and naps. Then I proceed to clean up.
Seriously, I feel like a horrible mother doing this but I don't have any more ideas besides spanking him or something( which I've never done)
Oh, and this not the first time this has happened. Last time it involved two 20oz containers of paint.
This the latest. I put him in his room this afternoon for a nap. He usually plays for a bit and then crawls into bed and sleeps for a bit. Today, I was super tired too so I went and laid down. Both of our doors were open and his door had a gate in it to keep him in his room. (He has been known to climb over the gate and I have to sometimes lock the door to keep him in his room until he goes to bed and then I unlock the door and crack it.) Anyway, so today he climbed over the gate and I didn't hear him. He went downstairs and climbed over the bar counter to get into the kitchen(which is locked with a gate that he cant climb over) and proceeded to dump out every liquid substance from our refrigerator, including a full gallon of milk, cream, worchester sauce, szechuan sauce, coffee grinds....you get the picture, right? Along with a bunch of bowls and food, including pancakes to get soggy on the floor.
So, I wake up because I hear him calling me. This is how we normally do our naps. So, I realize he's calling me from downstairs and I knew right away that he was into something. This is not the first time something major like this has happened. I am constantly childproofing, cleaning up disasters,etc.
I am exhausted by this. I told him to come over and I stripped him down naked, changed his diaper and put him in his room with the door shut and locked. I am seriously feeling like the only way I can be sure he's not going to hurt himself or really destroy something I love, is to lock him in his room when it's bedtime and naps. Then I proceed to clean up.
Seriously, I feel like a horrible mother doing this but I don't have any more ideas besides spanking him or something( which I've never done)
Oh, and this not the first time this has happened. Last time it involved two 20oz containers of paint.
My first was like this (and I'm suspecting my second will be worse!) until she was 3.5. She will still occasionally get into stuff, and it's honest curiosity. They simply can not help themselves.
. My kitchen is gated off with a permenant gate and my son had to climb over the bar and down the cabinets to get into the kitchen. He ended up locking himself in, that's why he was screaming for me.
