Oh boy. And I mean OH BOY!@*#! I was happily doing my visiting teaching calling on the computer downstairs when Ezra came and said, "Mama, look!" and showed me a black toe. I recognized immediately that it was permanent marker. So I started to hyperventilate and asked, "Where's the marker???" And he led me upstairs to my bathroom, where I saw this:
I started to check my temper and then sent him to his room. As I followed him there I saw this:
And this:
AAargh!!!! I have raised a little Picaso. He had this same problem last week with crayon all over my walls, but the Magic Eraser got that off lickedy split. But PERMANENT MARKER??? I was so shocked and upset I didn't know what to do with myself. I tried the Magic Eraser again. I scrubbed. I scrubbed. The bathroom looks good. Left that and went to the wall. I scrubbed and scrubbed. The wall is still faintly marked, but I can paint that, right? I turned to the beautiful travertine tile we just put in last year. I scrubbed. I scrubbed. I used every cleaner in the house but to no satisfaction... Now and forever, I have a faint curly drawing on my floor. Sob. I don't know what to do with him? I mean it's been 6 hours since the incident and I am still harboring ill feelings here. He isn't openly malicious, but he LOVES to tease and he THRIVES on the thrill of getting someone's goat, or being chased when he's done something wrong. He loves the excitement of the fear--does that make sense? He torments Eliza with his dragon impersonations (loves to scare her), hits, bites, and makes mess after mess. These twos with him truly are TERRIBLE. That said, he can be the most sensitive, happy, and cute child EVER. He cuddles with me, is sweet to the baby, is truly concerned about me when I am sad or upset, is doing a good job learning to share, and plays well with others most of the time. I love him to pieces. Sigh... I'm okay now.
