Today I found Layne smearing blue Spiderman toothpaste all over the living room table
and in his hair, playing with knives on the kitchen counter several times, swinging the dining room chandelier while standing precariously on top of the table several times, squirting dish soap all over the kitchen counter, and coating his hair in sun block. He also dug all the chapstick out of my favorite tube, ate some of my toothpaste, and dragged my facial hair remover cream out of my drawer. He loves my perfumes and frequently drags all of them out and takes the lids off. I haven’t been able to find one, but he evidently sprayed it on himself because he smelled very strongly of perfume for a couple of days. Yesterday he took the butter off the table and smeared his legs with it.
Devin has been aiding and abetting Layne’s insanity in turns. The other morning, I took a shower while the boys were watching a movie. I stepped out to towel off and I heard Devin screaming. I went out to see what was going on and the front door was wide open, Layne was standing out on the curb waving at passing cars wearing nothing but his diaper, and I was completely naked. Apparently, Devin had decided to rescue his Thomas the Train DVD out of the mailbox. It was on its way back to Netflix. Although the door was shut and deadbolt locked, he managed to unlock it since the key was still in the lock, and open the door. When Layne tried to get out, Devin panicked and tried to close the door, but his foot was in the way. He has a bruise and a sore on his little foot now. So I dashed about putting on whatever clothes I could find laying around so that I could go rescue Layne. That was a relaxing shower!
So, I put Devin in timeout for opening the door. After I had calmed down, I went in and talked to him about why he should never go in the front yard without me there with him. I told him that Layne could have been hit by a car and died. I said a bad man could have taken him away from us. He really grabbed onto that idea. For the last two days I have heard little else but what clever ways Devin is going to “stop the bad man from taking our baby.” “I will trow a toy at the bad man!” he says furiously. He picks up his Mickey Mouse golf club, “I will hit the bad man!” He hefts his play grocery cart threateningly, “I will trow THIS at the bad man and he will run away!” I half wonder if he might venture into the front yard without me just to confront the bad man he likes the idea so much.
He is getting a more sophisticated idea of time. He is always saying, “not yet.” Daddy will be home, but not yet. Today, he took three cars and he assigned one to Layne, one to me, and one to himself. He said we were going to have a race. He lined the cars up on the table and announced, “We have a race, but not today. Not yet! We have a race tomorrow night.” Later he found another car and assigned it to Daddy. It joined the lineup to wait for tomorrow’s race.


