Thursday, May 19, 2011

The Day in the life of a Tenacious Two Year Old Cowboy.

My two year old is a cowboy. He may refuse to wear a cowboy hat on his head and possibly run away if I tried to put boots on his feet, but he has a cowboy's heart. He's tough as nails and more of a daredevil than I would prefer.

After breakfast yesterday, he climbed onto the table, (only after throwing his plate full of food onto the floor) stood up tall, put his arms over his head, and yelled "Watch out mama, I jump!" I dropped my half made bagel on the floor and ran like lightning only to stop him as he prepared to jump off of the dining room table. I redirected him to our indoor trampoline to get his jumpies out.

He scooted over in that direction but was quickly distracted by the new outlet covers that we had lovingly placed over the plugs to protect him. Undaunted, he pulled the baby proof cover right on out of the socket, proudly walked over to me, placed it in my hand, and announced "I pull that out, mama."

Great. That's just what happens when you have a cowboy living in your house.

If he had the finesse and the know how to toss a lasso, I know that he would rope up every single toy in this house and drag them into his room. His cowboy ways don't stop there either, you should see him gallop into the living room on his stick horse. He can jump off that thing and swing it over his head at his brother faster than I can say "sassafrass".

I'm tellin ' ya, he's a high-falootin', rootin, tootin' cowboy and I think that this cowgirl is in for a heap of trouble!

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singedwingangel said...

Ohhh I remember those days.. Seems like my youngest is the one who pulled out all the stops on sass and grit. I call him my heart attack waiting to happen.. cause he does so much daredevil stuff and just up and walks away from it..

The Knitty Gritty Homestead said...

I ordered my husband to repair the old barn ladders that lead up to our haylofts this weekend because our six year old cowboy/superhero is driving me NUTS trying to scale windows, doorframes, and so on inside the house. Maybe a climbing wall on the side of one of the barns? He just wants to go UP! I have a sinking feeling that this summer will be the one where we race to the ER with a broken-armed child...rite of passage for all parents of boys, I imagine.

LisaDay said...

Yikes. Glad you made it in time to catch.

Those child-proof sockets don't work for us either.


Elise Ann Wormuth said...

Great catch, Mom! Sounds like you need to be vigilant --

Katherine said...

I'm living with a cowboy as well, my own little stunt devil. The one who climbs over the backyard fence, the one who jumps off the top bunk, the one who sleds down the stairs in the laundry basket. We're just hoping to make it to adulthood.

Sue said...

I had three of those cowboys. It's a wonder they survived. (And I take full credit for that.)


Caroline of Salsa Pie said...

Well, paint me yellow and call me mustard (imagine with cowgirl accent) I DECLARE you have a cowboy on your hands!!

LOVED this one, Leigh. Every sentence was perfectly descriptive--I imagined each scene as though I was there.

risa bug said...

It could be worse - you could have a little girl who pulls up her shirt and pinches her nipples, then sticks her fingers down into the nether regions of her hoo-haa and smiles sweetly...and pees on the floor like a boy.

Linda D. said...

I predict that it's going to be a Rootin' Tooin' summer where the cowgal mom shows that she "knows the ropes" and helps little cowboy get out his hootin' and hollerin' and jumpin' and sassin' in very cowboy-creative ways! Please write more about the journey!