Something about Mary

GW can strike fear into my heart faster than anyone can. I jokingly say he gives me at least 3 mini heart attacks a day. But for real, at least one. He does cause me much anxiety and if I didn't color my hair, I am positive I would be sporting grays. Thanks boys!  How does he cause me to worry so, at the young age of 3, you might ask...well let me count the ways...

He climbs everything
He jumps off everything
He runs everywhere
He jumps into pools with no floaties
He has NO fear, ever
He talks to strangers
He unbuckles his car seat
He stands up in buggies
He jumps out of buggies
He tips buggies over
He licks things in public places
He eats things off of the floor....in public places
He touches every.single.thing in a public restroom
He hides from me in racks in stores
He hides from me in closets at home
He refuses to make a sound while he's hiding, causing me to panic
He acts like he's choking and refuses to talk so I don't really know if he's choking or just not    
      answering, resulting in me frantically yelling "talk! Talk! Say something! 
      Can you  breathe?!" Over and over as people stare, until he says "hi!" And giggles
He sticks things in the toilet
He scoops water out of the toilet
He sticks toilet paper down the sink
He throws toilet paper wads at the walls
He likes to "forget" to aim while peeing
He jumps off the top bunk onto the bottom bunk
He uses anything and everything as a weapon
He runs while holding sticks
He falls while holding sticks
He jumps while holding sticks
He headbutts...me...in the hip or butt, randomly...or when he's mad
He completely ignores me when I tell him things he should/shouldn't do
He is extremely sneaky
He is extremely stealth
He is extremely good at acting innocent
He refuses to stay by my side when I let him walk around in public
He sneaks junk food
He sneaks juices
He sneaks candy
He even sneaks bread
He is extremely strong willed & going head to head with him,some days, is like beating your  
       head against a brick wall


That's the condensed version. But as you know, if you read any of my statuses on FB, GW is a very busy boy.

So once again, at Target, like so many stories in the past, we had an incident.

This is what it looks like when your 3 year old keeps climbing onto the side of the shopping 
cart, after repeatedly being told not to because it would tip over, and you have a cup of Starbucks in the seat part. It tips, (warm, not hot) coffee dumps onto his head, he cries for a minute only because his shirt is wet, rips it off and refuses to put it back on. Meanwhile his hair is drying standing up like Something About a Mary from all the sticky,sugary Salted Caramel White Mocha goodness  that's in it,and you realize the irony of your child being topless in the bra section.

He went shirtless until we could hustle over to the kids clothes and get a shirt right off the rack for him to wear. The hair was stuck like that though. Ha!!

With Garrison around, things are never, not even for one second, boring. 

To share a quote from his Bubba about him from tonight:
 On the ride home tonight Lawson says "Hey Momma do you know what I do sometimes when I miss my Brother?" I ask, "What darlin'?" He replies, "I act bad...because it reminds me of him." 

And from over in his car seat G says , "who meee?"  

My Cup Runneth Over....and over....and over
~Shana~