Exceptional

I’ve written before about Ruth. People are probably getting tired of reading about her. But this blog is my online diary of sorts, so I like to collect my thoughts here and keep things here that I want to remember, especially about the kids.

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Ruth was a great baby. Slept well, was generally happy and good natured, from what I remember. Things started hitting the fan about 6 months ago. With Ruth, things lately have gotten….intense. The main reason? Ruth has learned to climb out of her crib. This. Is. Serious. When she climbs out of her bed she doesn’t sleep. She is far from dropping an afternoon nap. And when she doesn’t sleep she is A MANIAC.

Ruth climbs out of her bed at naptime. The first day she did this I put her back in bed 15 times. She got out every single time and opened the door back up just as I shut it, no matter what I said/didn’t say/did/ didn’t do to her. 2 of the older kids did this, and my tactics that worked on them do NOT work with Ruth. She continues to climb out and wander and do whatever she wants, it seems. Things we have found her doing during her ‘nap time’:

-climb shelf in closet to get wipes, change own diaper and leave 50 poopy wipes all over the floor

-steal a pen, hide behind our bed, draw all over herself

-fall asleep in our bed

-turn on light and play blocks, barbies or rearrange her sister’s bunks

-use all of my makeup wipes in bathroom on herself

-peruse the bathroom, play in water

She is SILENT when she climbs out and gets into this mischief.

Have you ever awoken in the middle of the night to a 2 year old roaming your house? It’s terrifying. You never know what they have gotten into or what the heck they were doing! Things we have encountered with Ruth in the middle of the night:

-sit on the stairs for no one knows how long and watch Star Wars over her uncle’s shoulder

-running back and forth across the bedroom vomiting (highly unfortunate for everyone involved)

-climbing repeatedly in and out of our and her siblings’ beds

-go downstairs and wander the house (yes, the exterior doors are deadbolted)

-turn on bedroom light where 3 of her siblings are sleeping and cause a lot of ruckus

No, she’s not sleepwalking.

The final straw came the other night when Ruth somehow ended up in our bed and was thrashing around enough that she gave J a bloody nose via headbutt. Yep. She’s done sleeping with us. That just doesn’t fly.

Other shenanigans she has pulled recently, for your entertainment:

-she put my roll-on bottle of lavendar essential oil on her lips, because she thought it was chapstick. It was up out of reach. She climbed.

-she dumped an entire salt shaker of salt all over our table, chair, and floor

-she has smeared tubes of hydrocortizone and antibacterial and lotion all over herself

-she has painted her face while using seemingly safe watercolor paints

-she has stolen hot dogs and ritz crackers and hidden behind furniture and eaten them, through the plastic (yuck) (we do feed her regularly)

-she has drawn on numerous surfaces, eaten markers and stolen pens

-stuck an entire package large of bandaids on her body, including her hair and forehead and belly

Many of you are saying, ‘Jeez, don’t they even supervise their kids?’ ‘I can’t believe they can’t watch her close enough’. Just let me tell you this. Ruth could be a secret agent. She is so quiet, so sneaky, so incredibly mischievous. I feel like she may have a future in private investigation. We turn around and she’s into something. I literally cannot let her out of my sight. If she leaves the room we are all looking for her because we KNOW she’s into something.

So Ruth is an exceptional child. We are having to do some exceptional things to keep her safe and us sane! I hope someday her spirit tames a bit and she can harness her energy for the good. Pray for us… and pray that the crib tent I ordered from Amazon gets here ASAP.

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One thought on “Exceptional

  1. Easy for me to enjoy her “independent spirit” while she is in the library because I am not her parent. Once our four children became adults and finally took their pets to their own homes we got a dog. I was definitely feeling the loss of our kids and didn’t have grandchildren yet so a dog let me mother something. Here is how I can relate to your situation with Ruth. Sarah, you and the kids all know our wonderful dog Charlie. Charlie has been with us for 11 years. Charlie has always been a good dog. As a puppy he was so easy to train, really the perfect pup, he was litter box trained when he was 3 months old. Fast forward eleven years and we get Pip, a Cavachon like Charlie. But in reality Pip is nothing like Charlie. He may not be in a crib but he is or rather was in a puppy pen at night or if we were gone. Pip now escapes from the puppy pen and gets into all sorts of trouble. He is tiny but doesn’t realize that he cannot act like a big dog. Today just as I was getting ready to leave for work he escaped from the puppy pen, and when I picked him up to put him in Charlie’s metal cage,he jumped out of my arms, hit the coffee table and then the floor 😐 I was terrified that he broke a leg but off he went to get into my closet and eat makeup remover wipes. He eats anything on the floor whether it is good for him or not. Tonight he pooped out a long red string from ??? But at least he went in the litter box😊 Most of the time Charlie likes Pip, but he does get annoyed when Pip jumps on him when he is trying to sleep or when Pip bites his arthritic hip. We now have a wire dog cage with 2 latches to keep Pip safe when we aren’t able to watch his every move. It is perfectly legal for us to put it in a dog cage, but that would not work well for Ruth in fact she would probably find a way to get out. 😉

    On Wed, Dec 26, 2018 at 10:10 PM House of Costellos wrote:

    > jscostello56 posted: “I’ve written before about Ruth. People are probably > getting tired of reading about her. But this blog is my online diary of > sorts, so I like to collect my thoughts here and keep things here that I > want to remember, especially about the kids. Ruth was a” >

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