Appetite For Destruction

I saw an interview with Melissa McCarthy (Google her) the other day on Ellen. She was describing moments of parenthood with her blonde, angelic, sweet two year old daughter...who has a way of enticing people in and then poking them in the eye at the last minute. Oh, it's Zach! There are other such beguiling little monsters running around in diapers! This almost made me feel better. Almost. I have never seen a child more interested in destruction than this little blue eyed boy. This week alone I bore witness to red crayon art on our newly painted white walls, a broken cologne bottle that additionally jammed glass in my hand, a broken phone charm, string cheese bites spit in a trail from the kitchen to the dining room, total demise of our back screen door, throwing of baby wipes out the front door, writing on his face, loss of ten more book covers (loves the sound of ripping pages), rearrangement of all my phone apps, pulling all the DVDs and CDs out of their cases one by one, and creating a mountain of diapers in the living room (clean ones at least). I hate to go on because now I'm getting depressed. Zach definitely has a spirited personality. He barely talks. His form of communication is non-verbal. He's a doer. A man of action. Too bad this mom is wiped out. Better run, he is currently attempting to climb onto the dining room table and swing from the chandelier...