I don't know where to start with Beckham. The kid is a troublemaker. The terrible twos are hitting him right now before he hits 3 years old. He is very independent and he takes no crap from anyone. He makes you want to pull your hair out and the next minute, seriously, you want to hug his guts out. He is an absolutely maddeningly wonderfully crazy awesome little boy.
The other day for breakfast, I offered him some cereal that Carter was eating. He didn't want it and for some reason, he thought I was going to cram open his mouth and force feed him this cereal. So, he jumped off his chair, came around to me and grabbed the box of cereal. He then took it into our family room and put it between two bookcases. He then ran over to the couch and grabbed two pillows and stuffed them between those two bookcases to hide the cereal. He then sat down on the floor with his back to the pillows...and then crossed his arms and didn't move. Beckham seemed to be daring me to try and get the cereal away from him.Well last night, Brodi and I headed out to Traverse Mountain to pick up a bunkbed we just purchased for the boys. After we did that, we visited our friend Joey and his family at his spectacular home. Well, we were about to leave and I put Beckham in his carseat, turned on the truck and closed the door. Well, you guessed it, it was now locked with the engine running. So, Beckham in his carseat, car is running and we are all outside looking in at him. He was not pleased. We ended up calling the Sherrif's office to help us get into our truck. In the meantime, Beckham somehow wiggled his way out of the seatbelt and his carseat and next thing we know, he was in the front seating just looking at us. After some yelling and pointing to him on what buttons to push, he finally rolled down the window. Our kid is a freakin' genius.
Yes Beckham is a troublemaker, but he is an adorable and smart troublemaker.
3 comments:
this same thing has happened to us with the car being locked except at the time Dallen was 18 months and had no idea how to unlock or un roll the windows.
Dave does the same thing whenever I cook something too, hides it in the couch...except he dares me to try to make him eat my cooking.
ah! the memories of leaving my baby Olivia locked inside my car one day, turned OFF, in the dead of winter....it was a few quick phone calls and either 30 minutes for the locksmith, 30 for the sheriff, or 30 for kyle coming down from Park City. kyle won, and he was FREE! i think she is still scarred for life from screaming her little head off for a 1/2 hour while i looked in at her sobbing!
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