Sunday, July 25, 2010

asher the crasher

i know it's been about a year since i last blogged. i'd like to say it's because i haven't been home much...that i've been running, and going, and doing...busy with summer and family activities, church responsibilities, working out, service endeavours, date nights, social events, play dates, etc, etc, etc. truth is, these things have occupied my time, but certainly have not sucked away my every last spare minute. i used to consider myself one of the world's best bloggers...ensuring that i posted something new at least 4 or 5 times a week - sometimes even multiple times per day. the things is, i've always been a busy person. i've always been on the go. i've always had a full calendar of events; and yet, i've always made time to blog. so what's the difference now? why do i allow a lapse of weeks (sometimes even months) between blog posts? i'll tell you what the difference is - i've never before had a (nearly) two year old asher. believe me when i say, that boy is giving me a run for my money. in fact, if asked to describe my son in 5 words, here is what i would say: asher is a crasher, trasher, basher, splasher, gasher, dasher, and smasher...in no particular order. oops, was that more than five? my bad. seriously, he's the reason i can't blog anymore. if i were to attempt to sit down and work on a post during his waking moments, i'm convinced he'd find a way to burn the house down. that boy climbs up on everything, he jumps off of everything, he gets into everything, he breaks everything. whatever i do, he undoes. whatever i straighten, he messes up. if i put it away, he gets it out. he tears, he rips, he shreds. he scribbles upon, throws away, and flushes down (yes the toilet) anything and everything he can get his hands upon. since he figured out how to climb out of his crib, the piece of furniture was deemed useless, and we opted to take it down. it was wonderful in the beginning, as it created a nice open space in the kids' room. the cons of that decision, however, began to far outweigh the pros, as it gave our little ash man more freedom to do what he does best - which is to crash, smash, and trash. the other day, only moments after putting him down for his nap (he now sleeps in a trundle that pulls out from under ruby's bed), i heard a loud crash. i burst in the room, and discovered that he had attempted to climb his curtains...which resulted in pulling the entire curtain rod from the wall, and leaving two ghastly holes in the sheet-rock. a couple of days later, i again heard a startling crash -this time followed by a piercing scream. i again burst through the door, only to find that he had managed to pull his entire dresser on top of himself. i have no doubt this was the result of his attempting to scale it. looks like we'll now be bolting that piece of furniture (and many others) to the wall, as i'm fairly confident he will repeat the offence. that's one thing about my little asher, he does not give up until he accomplishes the task at hand, until he comes out conquering.


*note: this room was in pristine order prior to putting him down for his nap. notice the curtain hanging from the bed post. yeah, this was the day he decided to test his upper and core body strength by climbing the drapes. oh asher.

i have gone into his room after a nap (on more than one occasion), only to discover it in a complete upheaval - diapers and wipes scattered all over the floor, the contents of the trash can strewn throughout the room, dresser drawers emptied out, changing table bins and canisters devoid of their substance. ughhh...just writing about it wears me out. so during the day, while he sleeps, i'm usually dealing with the aftermath of his waking annihilation. and at night, after he goes to bed, i'm too tired to even think about recording the events of the day. so believe it or not, asher is the culprit...he's the one to blame for my blogging hiatus. i promise as soon as i can get a handle on this, i will be back...and let's just hope - for the sake of preserving my sanity - it's sooner rather than later.

* note: these pictures are evidence that he does have a sweet side, which i promise to write more about in a subsequent post. trust me, i'm crazy about my son...he just enjoys keeping me on my toes is all.

10 comments:

The Heaps said...

Oh the joys of mothering sons! The only problem is they are so darn cute, it's hard to stay mad at them. It does get a little better...I promise!

Rachel said...

I feel your pain. I have one just like Asher. SO frustrating! However, I am happy to report, now that Stockton is 3 1/2, he seems to be growing out of the destructive phase (slowly, but surely). Hang in there! ( :

Kelly and Jill Burk said...

Nicole, as you know you are not alone. I too have a crazy 2 1/2 year old boy who we have named "The Terminator". All I can say is that laughter is truly the best medicine and it is only a moment in time that they are like this.

buddens said...

Oh man, what a little boy! I love that his name rhymes with all those destructive words! haha! My little boy isn't quite that rambunctious, but I can surely understand the sentiment of being so torn when they do something so naughty, and then look at you and smile or laugh and act so adorable you can hardly stand it. Oh boy ... boys.

disillusioned said...

My niece is quite similar (although she has not figured out how to climb out of her crib yet). Basically, my sis has had to set up the environment completely to stop her from getting into anything she loves to destroy. Every bathroom has a baby-proof door knob cover. The upstairs one will soon have a lock up high where she can't reach it. The kitchen and upstairs bathroom have gates (the expensive kind--where you have to weigh enough to actually get them open cause you have to step on them to get them open). If she finds a marker (especially permanent), she will color with it. Herself, the furniture, her clothes, the walls, anything! She loves to smear herself with everything and anything. Every garbage can is either hidden or put up high. Yes--bracketing the furniture (all of it). Ahhh...the joy!

He sounds incredibly exciting! Good luck!

Mary P.

Amy Eagleston said...

Wow! Thanks for the update and hang in there. I haven't had a climber (thankfully) so I have no advice but I have had a fit thrower and a no sleeper and I still have no advice. I miss you! And you are right, you are one of the worlds best bloggers so here's to hoping the Asher grows out of his craziness in a hurry! Love you!

Karissa Kay said...

So glad you're coming back to blogging. Asher is so cute! I'm sure it must be so hard (the terrible two's are right around the corner for me) but I can't help but laugh at these stories! I'll be sorry in about 6 months. :)

diana said...

oh man, i can attest to his crasher, thrasher self. it's exhausting just to read all about his reign of terror. hang in there.

shannon said...

I had 3 easy going little girls... God planned it that way for me I am sure but... I wonder what he has in store for me in way of Grandchildren? Not that that is coming any time soon but it's what I am expecting. Crazy little "Ashers" LOL.
You are awesome with him Nicole. Keep up th "good works".

Sarah Williams said...

OK I feel bad for you but it is kinda funny. You'll always have some stories!