Reading this is such a relief. My 16 month old is also a WMD! He goes to nursery 8 to 2 daily as I work but it doesn't wear him out. (Am off sick today with a hellish stomach bug). He's up at half five and on the go till 9pm. (Oh yes, I've tried ALL the bedtime strategies!)
He just cheerfully walks past DVDs, books, CDs and sweeps the lot off the shelf. In a tiny 'starter' home I can't get everything out of reach! In any case I thought the idea was that I should be able to ask him not too. So, I spend my life going: "James, NO!!" In what I fondly imagine is a very firm super nannyish voice.
I used to work with big, scary hooded teenagers in an inner city school and have 30 of them acting out scenes from Much Ado About Nothing like little lambs. Now I can't 'control'(ha!) one little toddler!
On Saturday, I stupidly turned my back for TEN seconds to make the bed (I mean drag the duvet over, covering up the creases and biscuit crumbs). "MUM!" he announced brightly and then "DAVE!" (we've no idea who Dave is, he just shouts it a lot and it usually portends some horrible event!) and I turned to see him, all his clothes, his change mat, his hair, the carpet and EVERYTHING covered in sudocream.
He then proceded to cover the chocolate brown duvet (Tesco Value Finest) in little white hand prints. I blame the nursery, teaching hand painting! Down with creative expression!
I wouldn't mind but I changed the duvet cover on Wednesday, it being nearly Halloween and all, it was going to last till Christmas Eve clean up (with care!)
His dad took him off to nursery this AM (after he'd emptied all the kitchen cupboards and walked round with a sieve on his head - the toddler that is, his dad prefers the wok....) and I swear either we've got a problem with subsidance or the house sighed with relief.
And who's to blame? Well me of course! I created him, breed him and trained him! Just call me Mary...Shelley.