Such is the life I lead with my 3rd toddler.  Now that he is no longer in a crib, indeed all peace I had is gone.  During naps he stuffs his blanket and teddy bear in the diaper pail, climbs on the dresser drawers till they break and jumps on the rocking chair for all he’s worth.   Obviously, the diaper pail and drawers were removed after that stunt.  Our options are 1. strapping him down to the bed or 2.  spanking the little twirp.  And yes, contrary to popular belief, we have spanked a few times lately.  🙂  Quick, someone call CPS!  Also this week, Blue Jeans put the boys’ dart guns in the toilet as well as their remote control train controls.  They are now useless.  It was sadly a lesson for the older boys to shut the bathroom door behind them so that little brother can’t get in to play with the toilet, but I will admit that some of that “natural consequences” lesson might have been lost on them in my angry dealings with the incident.   As if outgrowing his crib weren’t enough for one week, he also figured out to how open doors.  We now have those obnoxious door knob baby proof locks on almost every door in the house and while they do keep Blue Jeans out, they give everyone else a headache.  I can’t wait to see what he’ll do next.  “ Oh, and Blue Jeans, PLEASE don’t eat the dandelions.”