One Thursday night, I went out to dinner with the ladies from our small group. The boys had been put to bed and Jeremy came back to do some work on the computer. Everyone was quiet for a while, so he went out to the garage to do some work. He would check in every so often and look at the monitors...he heard nothing. Later that evening Jeremy went upstairs to get something and found Owen was still awake. He went to Owen's room and saw brown stuff all over his sheets. J worried that he had thrown up or pooped, he asked Owen what happened. He said he had been painting. Jeremy was confused as to what he meant so he asked Owen to explain. Owen then pulled him to our bathroom to show him that he had been "painting" with my makeup. The brown was an almost full bottle of foundation that he had used to paint his face, bed, his pjs, and later we found his whole sink painted. He also played in my mascara and lipstick. Luckily I wasn't home at the time, so I could find it amusing. However, I didn't find it very amusing when I was scrubbing the sink, door knob, light switch, etc. that we found covered the next day. After this incident, our bedroom door is now locked every night.
Not even a week later, he struck again. We came home from church, ate lunch, and put the boys down for a nap. I left and went to the grocery store while Jeremy listened out for the boys. Again everything seemed quiet. Jeremy heard some knocking around and went up. He found Owen had had poured out almost his entire BRAND NEW bottle of shampoo on his carpet! Seriously kid!? He evidently loves playing with liquids. After hours of spraying the carpet with water/white vinegar (to help reduce suds) and shop vac-ing it up, we finally got the carpet back to a reasonable state. Later that afternoon, in anger, he unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper while going to the bathroom. Needless to say, he got in trouble.
What am I going to do with this kid?
