Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Like Molasses Through a Pin Hole...

So are the days of my life.

They are sometimes slow and often drudgerous. Yes, drudgerous.

They are also somehow chaotic, at the very same time.

Mostly thanks to this guy.

We have entered a new phase with him.

It looks something like this.

And dude works fast.


It happened during my 2 minute trip to the ladies room immediately following the departure of The Fox, The Hen and The Boychild.

Heaven help me.

No really, Heaven, help me.

I have never experienced anything quite like Silas.
That's for darn sure.

He smells perpetually of cologne.

He sings to me daily.

He cuddles with the best of them.

He's a force to be reckoned with.

And I try to reckon, I do.


A friend gave me this idea, which has revolutionized my shower time.

(Is he watching COPS? I should look into that...)

If you have a Silas, or had a Silas, or know someone with a Silas, or once had a bad dream that a Silas was loosed in your home with a purple kiddie crayon, know that you are not alone.

Oh, and pray for me.

116 comments:

  1. Oh my...lol.

    Kinda like when Myah's father (aka, my husband...generally) let her have markers in her room BY HERSELF and she decided her white walls needed some color. Child, please.

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  2. Oh my - so many good feelings seeing these pictures. I've been on Silas withdrawal for days now. And I LOVE how Ruby is looking at Aaron! AND! I feel responsible. I saw that Silas with the purple crayon when we were getting ready to leave and I thought to me'self - 'this isn't a good idea' - law - and that picture of Siley belted to the chair watching Cops - just plum made my day.

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  3. I will pray. And I will share and hope that it helps you not feel alone. A month ago my two boys (5 and 3) took rocks to my car. My car that I just got in December. And the 5 year-old wrote his name on his door and his brother's on the other...in ROCK. Meanwhile the 3 year-old just walked around leaving no panel untouched. That was fun. Wishing you more peaceful times with less destruction.

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  4. I had two of them. . .and they do get somewhat easier as they mature. . .but they also get louder and bigger!:)

    I just try and remind myself that they will someday change the world in a BIG way. . .of course they have to make it to adulthood first!

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  5. Girl..

    I must say I gasped when I saw the couch. Is that your couch? Or the Coopkeeper's couch? Oh my god....

    My sister did what you're doing with Silas during her shower time as well. It did work well for a few years.

    LOL on the shower time pic of him as I myself wondered "is he watching adult television there? law and order?"

    For what it's worth: I think I was the most difficult child of my mom's four. Silas sort of reminds me of how I'm told I was (and what I've retained due to aging!)and although I cannot be objective, I believe I may have turned out just fine.

    At least on the trying days he's always smelling of cologne!

    God Bless You, Kid.

    xoxoxo~

    TT

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  6. The look on Ruby's face is PRICELESS!

    Time to flip the cushions, although it may just give him another blank surface to color on.

    I had a Silas. His name is Drew. He flooded my bathroom many times, gave himself swirlies in an often unflushed toilet, set off bank alarms, dropped a dozen eggs on the floor and tried to clean it up with a freshly folded shirt. He would pour entire boxes of cereal on the floor when he was hungry, and often slept under his bed. That is, when he would decide to sleep. But he is the love of my life... I cherish every moment with this boy. He is almost 10 now, and grown out of most of his silly antics, but still refuses to sleep in a conventional bed. His mattress is on the floor under his loft bed... lol He is bright, funny, kind, caring, affectionate, fiercly protective of his sisters (even the two teenagers) and sings like an angel from heaven.

    You'll get through this on the wings of prayer and love.

    Alli Palmer Cline

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  7. I will pray for you!
    A couple weeks back my chocolate brown sofa was sporting similar marks to a lesser degree. I SO wanted to cry & scream & turn 2 & throw my very own temper tantrum!
    I HOPE it ALL comes out well for you! ;)

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  8. somehow, with 2 little boys i avoided this sort of this for the most part & don't know how. glad i did because this kind of thing can make me come unglued in the worst sort of "end of the world" way. luckily i've wised up a bit & nowadays when something less than stellar happens to the home, i like to think "hey, they'll know we lived here", and one of my favorite sayings is "you mess it up, you clean it up". of course this works a little better when the kids are beyond 2 yrs old, but you get my meaning:)

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  9. ..just taking a breather before I clean my Silas' (Harper - 2.083 y/o) Picasso move of the day: a "flowah wif pock-a-zool" (flower with popsicle) on our couch cushion. I am there. I get it.

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  10. Jack once wrote on his walls, bed, doors, toys etc with a marker because he said it would keep people from stealing them. He was four. I scrubbed and scrubbed and couldn't get it off everything...while I was scrubbing I was like...seriously Jack...who is going to steal your wall!!!:-) He then proceeded to tell me that I was preventing him from sleeping and would I leave his room. Good luck sister:-)

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  11. I have a 22 month old who is entering some sort of phase...don't know what's going to happen! But I dread taking him out anywhere. The screaming, oh lawd the screaming!!
    Sorry about your couch, I think I would have laid down on the floor and had myself a little cry. ;)
    Jo-Anna

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  12. I, too, have a Silas. Mine is now 16 and seems to be mellowing. He has drawn all over himself after finding the permanent markers. Added to the pinstriping on our mini-van another time he found a marker. He once hid from me til I was frantic. HE was just playing hide and seek. I had to call the poison emergency number on him TWICE. Thankfully, both times turned out not a big deal. He has always tried to startle me by hiding around corners or sneaking up on me. One morning a few years ago, I was soaked after he rubberbanded the kitchen sprayer and aimed it toward the "user". He has cooked an egg in the microwave because he wanted to see if it would really blow up like "they" said. (IT DOES)
    That's just what comes to mind at the moment. YET, he can be very thoughtful and loving, and is quite the charmer. He now plays guitar and drums, and sings. You will survive with some wild stories. Start a journal of his "stories" for him. HIS children will love it!
    Blessing,
    Lorilee
    Blessings,
    Lorilee

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  13. I have a 3 year old just like that. He does things like draw on beige carpet with a black sharpie, track protein powder through the house, glue his art projects on the walls, etc. It drives me a little batty but I know I will be a little sad when he grows up and my house is always clean.

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  14. You have to let them make those mistakes. I once got a beautiful doll for Christmas, but it cost a small fortune and I wasn't allowed to play with it. I lost one of the hair ribbons and my mom had a fit. So just clean it up and go with it. Sometimes, you have to smile so you don't cry!!
    My daughter colored an entire wall (up to about 3.5 ft) with a pink marker. IT was in an apartment we rented. Landlord was NOT happy about that!!

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  15. 5 years later I still have crayons on the corners of my walls... one day I will repaint but until then, I love the reminder of the joy the kids had while coloring the walls. We have since gotten rid of white couches and now have black leather... nothing shows up on these ones!

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  16. Silas' best friend lives in my house. His name is Graham. They are peas in a pod. He has been my most difficult child by far. He is stubborn as all get out and tries my patience daily when he does things like snatches my cell phone as soon as I set it down, calls my sister and then hides the phone in the very deepest corner of his closet & refuses to tell me where it is. So yeah, I hear ya. The good news...he's heading towards turning four and seems to be mellowing out just a bit. It'll all be okay! (right?)

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  17. I do have a Silas and I am losing my mind. He is four. It is a miracle that he has survived this long and I am thinking I can tought it out a few more years until it gets easier. It gets easier, right? Right?!

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  18. Oh my goodness gracious! How doth one remove purple crayon from a beige couch? I think Dr. Google is the one to call for this conundrum. I'll say extra prayers for your patience; I think you need it more than me!

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  19. I gasped when I scrolled to the couch...and then I reminded myself of the time my youngest (who is probably 1/2-3/4 of a Silas) stuffed a banana peel between the couch cushions and let me find it a few days later...ahem. I find myself speaking to her and am in disbelief that I should have to even say "Stop licking the grocery cart!!!!. Life is NEVER dull.

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  20. Black eyeliner all over another mother's white bedspread on a play date was memorable.

    You know I think those kind of things are chaotic but less stressful than having one that pushes other kids over and stuff like that - my eldest was never unkind but used to run around so fast furniture/pets/toddlers would get caught in the maelstrom. Suddenly he slowed down and became really gentle, so inexplicable, kids!

    ps Silas wouldn't rock that chair backwards would he? It was my first thought on seeing the pic, but I am a worrier! Bxx

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  21. Oh Silas! I am becoming convinced that it is in the season of motherhood that we learn patience. He is blessed to have a mom who loves his spirit through the challenges. Sending prayers to you all from NC. Thank you for opening a window into your world & sharing it with us.

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  22. Oh, Shannan! You take me back... I had 2 "Silases" (<-?)... Mother of twins- who are now going into their Senior year of high school. ;( Yes, one day you will actually miss this age!! Promise.

    Seeing the pic of your couch actually made me gasp... but then remember... Once when I was talking on the phone in the room next to where they were playing w/toys and watching videos (yes- gasp again!)- When I hung up and walked into the family room, found my couch (and carpet and end tables) covered in maple syrup sprinkled with oats!! They had somehow stole these off the kitchen bar while I was on the phone... Yes, I did cry. I'm sure you could have too.

    It does get better... Mine are now 17 and I cry just thinking of them leaving our nest in another year!

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  23. My Silas is 11 now : ) and I sometimes miss the purple crayon... sometimes.

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  24. Ooooooh, better be careful . . . Ruby is smitten for sure!!! :o)

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  25. Shoot. I have a Silas. My husband came up with the idea of baby straight jackets. But that doesn't help with the legs that can run so fast and kick things. But, mine is so sweet when he is sweet. And so rotten when he is rotten :)

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  26. I just keep telling myself that the graffiti artist in my home will one day use her talent for God's glory? Okay - there's always hope, right? What's up with Miss Ruby - she has eyes for the fella to her left! I think of her so much because of the similarities between her and Lellah. Lellah is in love with every male friend that the boys bring into the house! She follows them around like a lost puppy ;)

    I'm thinking of you all - today may be the day marked in your hearts as a shift in life where God "moves" you to another part of this journey! So honored to watch from close up......love you all!

    Oh ya - I keep forgetting to mention that we have a new Silas in our lives. Baby Silas was born to one of Al's nieces - we're great Uncle and Aunt now! It reminded me that Al is old enough to be a grandparent!!! HA! ;)

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  27. Oh Boy. I WILL pray for you!
    It looks like I need to come out and help ya make a couch cover! Maybe a plastic one??!!

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  28. Oh noooooooo! Good thing he's so darn cute, right? :)

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  29. I blame Jayme. She taught them to steal food and I think her finger tips were stained purple when you and I returned from our adventure!

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  30. I hate to smile or even laugh, but you sort of have to...right? A friend of mine says being a mom is like being pecked alive by a chicken. Purty much sums it up.

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  31. I hate to laugh, but oh I feel ur pain! I have an Everett! He spray painted Jade's navy work truck yellow and he is almost 4! We must remember this if we ever meet because together mass chaos could ensue!

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  32. My oldest daughter just came to see what all the noise was for. (The noise I was making while reading this post and all the comments!) Lord have mercy! My youngest was just a smidge of a Silas, and at nine is still growing out of the phase. Oh, Shannan, you are such a good mommy, and you will survive. And be all the stronger for the teenage years! ;)
    Becky Merkel

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  33. You say it with such humor in your voice. Sometimes it takes me DAYS to see the humor. A purple marker was taken to our rug. A black permanent marker was taken to our sofa, to our table, and to my lampshades...and to another sofa. Scissors were also taken to a sofa.

    And that's just the stuff that comes to mind without even thinking. You don't want me to dig deep, trust me.

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  34. I don't have a Silas, but I have a Clementine, and they sound very similar. Oh, the antics!

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  35. One time I found Sam upstairs with his dirty diaper off spreading its contents all over the wall. I think I was doing laundry. Ever since, I've sworn that laundry is from the devil.

    He's probably getting his ideas from COPS. Geesh! lol

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  36. LOL.
    Look at that face..Silas could not have done that!?
    I had TWO!
    One, "disguised" as a sweet, always smiling, beautiful blonde-haired, dimpled cheeks,loving boy...and the other, again, "disguised" as a sweet, beautiful,blue-eyed, bouncy, curly, blonde-haired,loving Girl...You would NEVER know it by looking at those innocent faces...angels.. ha!!
    My husband always said ~ "They could tear up a brick!!!"
    Praying for you..and sweet Silas!

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  37. My Silas is named Seamus. He is 12 now, and although he still keeps me on my toes, things have calmed down considerably! When he was little, my guy peed in his sister`s boot to express his anger, threw all of his sister`s belongings out of her second story bedroom window--twice!--all in the name of "seeing what would happen", wrote his name in black Sharpie marker ALL over the walls of the ENTIRE house (the people who bought that house are probably still finding his signature years later), drove an unattended golf cart into the side of a building, almost lit his grandpa's woodshed on fire, scaled fences/baby gates/any deterrent, just to name a few. And all of these happened while I was quickly going to the washroom or throwing in a load of laundry, or literally had just turned my head. He is charming and the twinkle in his eye and impish grin have probably saved his life more than once! He was the bane of our babysitter's existence, and I paid her double just to get her to come back.

    And like you, I love him dearly, even though I could never take my eye off of him. And I have always lived in fear that I would be accused of being neglectful, even though I would literally have needed those proverbial eyes in the back of my head to avert his escapades. Prayer got me through, it will get you through too. God bless!

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  38. Thank goodness he's so stinking cute :)

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  39. i did have one. he's 15 now and let's just say our 13 year old was a surprise and it was another 6 years before our 3rd child came along :) there is a reason Silas was not your first (and only lol!)

    sending hugs & prayers!

    xo ellie

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  40. I will pray. And know that you're not alone. And that this stage will not last forever.

    In the meantime, was Silas inspired by Harold and the Purple Crayon? Perhaps he is imagining great things. (Unfortunately, however, for your couch...)

    I absolutely love the word drudgerous. I'm going to go write it in my dictionary.

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  41. Oh, I really need to send you a pic of some silk curtains, sheets from Garnet Hill and a once lovely club chair. That have been "enhanced" with markers.

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  42. I love his haircut! I'll pray for you. ;)

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  43. HAVE one!!! Done the crayon on the couch thing girl. I FEEL. YOUR. PAIN. Did you get it out??? Cause you can get it out... You can. You really can. Don't forget to breathe... I forgot to breathe a lot when JJ was that age...

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  44. Do you mind if I take a moment to giggle about your couch? Only because I've been there? Each of my kids have had many a moment such as my youngest sticking his hand in the toilet every time his brother or sister left the door open, or my daughter writing "Hannah" in pen on her brand new comforter and then of course denying she was the culprit. The stories you will tell when they are grown - priceless!!!! {As opposed to your couch! Magic Eraser to the rescue???}
    I LOVE that spirit in your little Silas, that is for sure!!

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  45. I've been a longtime reader (and admirer) but I've never commented...But I read your post and literally gasped when I saw the couch picture. I startled my dog sitting next to me. I had to tell you.

    We don't have kids yet, but I'm a high school teacher and I specialize in teaching Silas's. I love my job. :)

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  46. Omg little boys can be a handful! Glad you made it through Mrs. Calm and Collected;).lol Hope you have a good crayon free rest of the week.

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  47. Mmmm....well, my oldest friend recently said of her one and only child who is almost three years old, "Every child can't be like this, right? Every child can't be like this or people wouldn't ever have more than one kid?!?" He knows how to pick locks, how to get into the pantry & spread formula & spices all over the house, how to paint carpeted staircases & automobiles, he knows how to get kicked out of preschool on the first day, how to run away from mommy (just after a bath)... into her closet...and pee all over her clothes, and he knows how to yell, "HELP" to strangers whilst strapped into his stroller & being pushed through the mall. I'm surprised that she is surprised by this...after all, she grew up with my brother Jeff. (okay...Jeffy probably didn't do any of that...but he was/is very creative) Praying for you, oh yeah...I am praying for you.

    : )

    Julie M.

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  48. I have a Silas. His name is Spencer. You were sweet enough to comment on one of my blog posts about him a while back. I think I actually was a Silas, in female form, but it's different when they're male. =) Way different. Payback's a you-know-what. I'm expecting a little girl due at the end of September. I'm hoping She's the yin to Spencer's yang.
    I keep telling myself I CANNOT put a TV in our kitchen/dining room. It felt like one of the last remaining vestiges of civilization still in tact in our home. However, why did I not think to put the high chair (or in our case, space saver on a regular dining chair) in the living room? Now it's too late. Spencer's too big for that and I just shamelessly carry 3/4 of his meals into the living room to be consumed in front of the television while I do something like shower. Although, it's still quite a gutsy move over here--I typically find at least part of it ground into the rug. But for a weekly shower, it's a price I'm (sadly) willing to pay.
    Thankfully, Spencer really doesn't care for crayons.....
    Keep the Silas stories coming, makes my life seem bearably normal. =)

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  49. May today be better than yesterday and tomorrow down right giddy! I'm quite certain that God has some very big, important plans for your young man's life. Somehow, it must involve him needing to perfect his skills with a crayon on the couch. It will all be very clear one day...just know it will!

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  50. Peg from DecaturJuly 13, 2011 at 2:32 PM

    My Silas (Jeff) just turned 46 years old the other day. When he was about 3 he painted his 2 year old sister's face with bright yellow enamel. When he was about 5 he signed his name in mud to the side of the neighbor's house who the older kids in the hood had written all the cuss words they could come up with. Jeff could only write his name so that's what he did. On and on through the years................he's very smart and has done very well for himself. Try to go with the flow and don't kill him he will be the light of your life and the source of many memories. Bless you girl.

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  51. I love the photo of Silas strapped in the elecric er, high chair. You have to watch those sweet innocent looking ones. I'm praying!!!

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  52. p.s. I think Ruby's got a crush on somebody.

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  53. Ruby's face is priceless. And my Lucy has the same Minnie Mouse shirt!

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  54. Oh my....I hope the crayon comes out. I love, love Ruby's face looking at Aaron! Precious. I'm sorry I have no words of wisdom.

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  55. My little brother was a Silas. I just want you to know he is a District Attorney now. So hang in there. :)

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  56. i had the day so far myself.....it's a zoo around here!! it ALWAYS happens mid July - no structure - eating dinner at 8pm most summer nights because we don't want to waste the great daylight by sitting -

    i have six kids sweetie...I know EXACTLY what you are going through :)
    trust me

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  57. I have a Silas, and her name is Abby. She is currently in her room because she took paint and put it on the toilet and door of the bathroom. We were going thru the garage and she stuck her hand in paint that I used last night. Lovely. She also loves to decorate with toothpaste. Again lovely.

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  58. I love reading your blog and am so grateful I found it because I had a Silas (he's four now and a bit more manageable in some ways and completely unmanageable in other ways ;O)) and now have another Silas- it really is possible to have two! Two who share not a bit of the same DNA and yet have both managed to be the types of kids who think trying to dance on top of dining tables is funny and who illicit comments from nearly everyone they meet such as "wow- she's a busy little girl!" or "I thought mine was busy!". Both of whom have managed to be biters/hitters in a church where their daddy is a pastor- I've apologized to more moms than I can count! Apparently nurture wins out in our home and we like to nurture them to be highly spirited! I can only imagine God's laughter when our little guy was two and we looked at each other and said often that we couldn't imagine having a more active child. And then he brought Allie into our family- who was the easiest baby turned into WILD toddler- way more active than Hayden and he was off the hook! She just turned two and is and is almost the spitting image of Ruby :O). Anyway- I always say as difficult as daily life is with her crazy high activity level- I wouldn't trade her for all the quiet, well behaved little girls in the world- Lord knows I'd be bored out of my mind (though boring sounds kind of heavenly right now!). Thanks for sharing your stories - they help me feel a bit more sane!

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  59. Oh, girl. I know. My 'Silas' aka Sophie, seemed to outgrow this phase pretty quickly until she hit Kindergarten and learned about being a 'risk taker'. I had to break it to her that being a risk taker doesn't mean it's ok to end up in the principal's office. That's just called 'being naughty'.

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  60. And with that, I feel better about my day...Seriously, how in the world do you get purple crayon out of a couch? I'd love to see what magic potion works. That one would have me stumped. I'm wondering about melting it with an iron and a pressing cloth...or would that make it even worse? Prayers for both of you for sure!

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  61. Max is my Silas
    He has:
    Filled the air vents with toys
    Filled the shower drain with toys
    Taken a sharpie to the counters and walls (were does he even find them?)
    He painted the couch with nail polish
    Pulled out all my corn
    Sounds like he is unsupervised? Nope. Just FAST

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  62. Oh, I feel for you! I have a little tornado of a red-headed first born. I love him to pieces, but there are days - oh there are days. Said a prayer for you just now! Hang in there, Mama!

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  63. Oh my word...how are you gonna get that out? I didn't have a destroyer, I had two strippers come naptime, everyday. Can't belt diapers on!

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  64. Bless you. Bless Silas. I've been reading your blog for a few weeks now and have decided that we are bffs who have not met yet. :-) In the spirit of friends helping friends, I felt the need to try to figure out how to get the crayon out. Two things that kept coming up when I searched and that seem plausible to me...One is to spray lightly with WD40. I know! I wouldn't want to do it either but you really have nothing to lose at this point. Spray and let it sit for ten minutes. Then rub in dishwashing detergent and wash in the hottest water safe for the fabric. Other option is to place a brown paper bag over the stains and iron with a warm to medium hot iron. Draws the greasiness (sp?) into the paper bag. I have done this with candle wax on carpet and it worked beautifully. Hang in there, girl.

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  65. Saying a prayer for you. I'm a bit beyond that stage, but I remember it well. I have the marks to remind me. If it makes you feel any better, my daughter recently spilled a bottle of nail polish remover all over my kitchen table and it took off a huge area of paint. You should see my table. I am convinced we shouldn't bother with nice furniture until the kids are in college, and even then I wonder...
    -FringeGirl

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  66. We have a Silas in our home, we call him Sambo. Man does he work quick! He is also quite cute which works to his advantage on some days. :)

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  67. So, right now I have no Silas. I mean, my oldest (8) is the EASIEST child to raise in history. I know.

    Then I had my smallest.

    While he hasn't figured out the advantages of all he can conjure up with a purple crayon, he is certainly more challenging. So, instead of giving you the "what may work" speech, I'll just say this...

    He could've had a fluorescent marker. Or scissors.

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  68. I have a wonderful collection of "art" on just about every room in our home, including the antique statue of Mary, the mother of God.....decorated with green and pink crayon. That's right. Some of the work is quite fine.

    I must say, based on my fiesty kids (we have 5), that you might want to reconsider the belted high chair. But, you know your babe, I don't. I just know some of mine would thrust and rock themselves out of there, thus landing perhaps on their head. Yours looks rather mellow at the moment though.

    Our John drew on our white sofa and it looks a lot like Silas' work. I thought of handing him the pen and asking him to do the whole thing.....It looks sort of ....modern....

    OH! And we also have salt, pepper, and water-art photos that if I had a blog could be part of a header photo. Love ya'! Your blog is a joy!

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  69. Okay, there is just something strangely disturbing about the black belt. Maybe he'd prefer something...PURPLE!

    Would it help to think of these Silas years as future writing material? He'll provide lots of inspiration!

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  70. Reading your post and the following comments just made my day. I have two like Silas. I wouldn't trade them for the world, but I'm exhausted. Can't wait until they grow out of it. In the mean time I'll be feeling your pain. So will definitely add you to my prayers.

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  71. lol...i only laugh cause i have one that might just turn into a silas. ;) mine is 14 months and into absolutely everything. we can cry together. :)

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  72. i do believe a silas-ish creature visited my brand new white chair. yes, as a mother of 4 i bought a white chair. i suppose i deserved that. and your title? i almost peed myself:D

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  73. Oh dear. If we end up having the children my husband deserves (he was a terror, while I as a "joy to raise" as my mother puts it), I'll end up with twin silas's and an older silas to egg them on. Deal: I pray for you now, you hit me up with the heavenly dealings later.

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  74. Hi! Aren't you the mom who wrote such beautiful posts about "colour- I love colour- I need more colours in my life"? teeheehee...
    Maybe it is possible to die the couch cushion a vivid purple - 'cause beige is highly overrated as a couch colour, anyway. Hugs to you - I used to have a "Silas", he is grown up now and at university, studying informatics. So don't give up!

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  75. Please hold whilst I collect my thoughts.

    And my jaw.

    Law.

    xxoo

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  76. Yes, I have a Silas. And I still have lots of lovely original art to prove it. After the crayon phase came the scissor phase. Just be warned. With love. But now I have an amazing artist kid. So that is something...Of course now we are in to experiments...

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  77. Oh, my. I experience the same kinds of things every day. If you want to see what my "Silas" did to her antique bedroom furniture, click here:

    http://tulipandturnip.blogspot.com/2011/05/letters-letters-everywhere.html

    Good luck! I LOVE reading your blog, by the way. You have an amazing way with words...I'm a bit obsessed with your style of writing. :)

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  78. Hopefully this will make you feel better:

    http://funcie.blogspot.com/2009/05/peturbed.html

    And I will pray for you.

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  79. i have no advice.
    i'm completely worthless when it comes to advice.
    but i sure am glad you picked up your camera and took that couch shot.
    because it made my whole freakin day.
    :)

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  80. oh good lord...no he did not! that little stinker. it's hard to be mad at him cause he's so stinkin' cute. great idea to tie him up.

    can't believe that miss janie and miss coop were right there on your couch. i would have loved to have been apart of THAT day:)

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  81. Angelique SandersJuly 13, 2011 at 9:28 PM

    Shannan...
    Misery never...Admiration and Wonder yes! I have one word...Piper!!! LOL
    My youngest is my shall I say....average is the word that she just said, but is not the word that I would ever use to describe her. She is my lively, passionate, creative, imaginative, WILD, always into and always moving full of life child. She is 7 and for the life of me I swear NEVER lacks energy.
    Just last night, when I went to brush my teeth prior to going to bed I AGAIN find cut up portions of my favorite brush, more of my precious and hand soap that I now hide to try and save for special occasions(sad huh?) along with a few other small and minor things. All things that she managed to do while I was folding laundry with my back turned sideways from where she was.
    Just know that he will grow out of the phase. I look at my other children and although they were never quite like Piper, I remind myself that she will not always be like this. As destructive as she appears to be, and as frustrated as I get, I love her despite all of her faults and short comings. I love her in spite of the very things that light my fuses. I try and smile and kiss her tiny face as she smiles and says "but momma", because deep down I know she really is not trying to irritate or upset me. She is just trying to express something.
    This to shall pass, just try and hold out!!!
    Sending positive thoughts your way, and vinegar and water typically get many stains out of things as a natural cleaner, just saying!!!
    Thinking about you and smiling as my daughter has her tiny head posed along side of my shoulder reading and saying, "maybe he is just leaving his momma artwork?"

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  82. This made me laugh...outloud. And you have the best attitude about it. Glad you can find the humor!

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  83. okay want to try a whole box of dry pancake powder poured on a deep pile carpet in a big pile then a whole bottle of syrup on top of that and I didn't find it for a few hours? Now that was fun the piece of carpet actually had to be cut out after trying everything known to man to clean it and nothing worked. Honest you live through it and at family dinners you sit around and they talk about what they did when they were younger and sometimes tell you things they did as teenagers you just don't want to know. You will survive my dear not saying with your sanity in tact but you will survive. nancy settel sheepishgrin92@yahoo.com

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  84. I have a "Silas"- female version. Silas and Sawyer are close in age. I feel comfort in reading your posts because I thought I was the only one going through these same situations. My favorite (sorry-I shouldn't say it is because I know it was no fun) was the taking off the clothes in the crib and having a bowel movement. I was embarrassed my child was doing such gross things. It was comforting to read. Sawyer is known for climbing things and eating everything. Yesterday I had to buy a pack of Bubble Gum Tape at Michael's after I found her with half of it in her mouth. She has colored all kinds of walls and furniture, peeled paint off the wall, the list goes on.

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  85. Magic Eraser. Yep, the one for walls. Take it to your couch. It took highlighter out of mine.

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  86. and that is awesome. He will probably grow up to be president. or something.
    and the chair cracks me up. I need one of those. or two.
    I was asking a guy friend of mine who had two bros how it was in his house. he said, "Quiet and destructive". I asked him how his parents handled all that destruction and he said they usually just rolled with it. It caused me to reflect on my own control freak reactionary parenting that I slip into if say, someone makes a mess...and I want to be more calm about it all. It's my new goal: to let things be and handle it with grace. I may need a chair for myself.

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  87. Oh that couch made me gasp. And I can believe how quick it was. This week I stepped into the restroom for 90 seconds and when I returned the house was empty. The 5 yr old, 2.5 yr old and dog that I was babysitting had all slipped out the back door. 90 seconds!!

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  88. Oh and Ruby's face gazing at the boychild is priceless!

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  89. Oh goodness... God gave that special little guy to the only mama who could take it :) You are so good for him, and I imagine he is good for you!! The only great thing about kiddos is that their stages (both naughty and nice) don't last too long!!! Chin up, farmgirl!!!

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  90. praying for you!
    i have one too, maybe even more busy and industrious:)
    elijah absolutely can never be left alone, for showers or even bathroom breaks:( whenever i do make it to the restroom, he unlocks the door and leaves me there and he usually climbs the pantry shelf and gets chips. or goes for my craft bins.
    if we dont bolt out of bed when we hear him wake up in the morning, we. are. sorry...the cleanup will be tremendous!

    what a handful these boys are! precious, funny little beasties.

    for real-praying for you xoxo

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  91. Hi there,

    Slightly offtopic, but I just wanted to let you know that I've written a mini-review of your blog at a link-up post on my blog. Feel free to check it out and I hope my recommendation will give you more traffic!

    Here is the link:
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    Best wishes,
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  92. Oh yes, I had a "Silas"! Her name is MOLLY and throughout her younger years she's left her name crayoned, painted, and carved throughout my home. Her most memorable art work was carving her name on the side of my car with a steak knife. She is now a senior at Notre Dame studying Political Science...and I'm wishing she was four again.
    (She was with a babysitter when that event occurred. I feel better when I tell people that.)

    Maribeth

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  93. oh my lands girl! We've all been there, are still there. When the farm was empty and we were driving off to MN, my little lady left her artist touch of crayons on the wall. my 3rd child loved to draw on furniture and herself. my second child liked to leave his artwork while in the bathroom using it, standing up, if you get my drift.... this too shall pass. You will look back FONDLY on this when the teen years come, mark my words....no pun intended. Keep the couch till they are all out of this phase, and let him have at it :)

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  94. I love you fpfg :) And I'm praying, laughing but praying! Maybe Silas had some pent up energy from being on his best behavior while company was over...he just couldn't take it any longer...needed to get it out of his system...

    I couldn't stop laughing at the picture of him all tied up watching COPS.

    I have no good advice, maybe you need to embrace his inner artist???


    XOXO,
    Angie

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  95. Oh, and I didn't have time to comment on my "go to" items in my closet...and I know you are just dying to know...

    I have a couple of light, airy shirts from GAP that I love. One is a navy gingham (I'm not even kidding, and I promise I'm not being a copycat!). The other is all white, very breezy, kind of pritate-esque.

    I also like J.Crew however I feel like they don't always appreciate a girl who is a little thicker in the thigh. I should give then another try though...

    XOXO,
    Angie

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  96. My "Silas" decided he needed a Hot Wheels Race Track atop my while ottoman. He made the track with a sharpie highlighter this past December. And yesterday I'm not speaking of yet. Let's just say when I went grocery shopping the very nice bagger (much older gentlemen) (who sees me weekly) casually asked me, "you planning to run away yet?"

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  97. I laughed at loud when I saw your couch! How will you ever get those cushions clean?! I don't have a Silas, but I have a younger sister who when she was younger (waaaay younger) liked to "explore" the bathroom. I'm sure you can imagine the chaos that entailed!
    wishing you all the best!

    ~Katie

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  98. I will try again. First of all I am wondering how you could think to pick up the camera?? And how old do you think Si-Pie will be before you and Cor break down and splurge on a new sofa?? Just call him (Silas) "Quick Draw McGraw" An old,old, really old, cartoon character. Ruby sure looks like she has a crush to me.

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  99. Sophia did all kinds of damage at that age. Eggs smashed into the couches, 4 types of cheese sprinkled on top, melted ice cream all over the end tables...the list of food & stolen items goes on and on. She would get up in the middle of the night and do sneak attacks. One time she actually had the nerve to capture it all in pictures (stole our camera). Hundreds of pictures of her midnight escapade.

    This too shall pass my friend, and I will pray for you. :)

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  100. I've been listening to my "Silas" emerge from his nap for the last 20 minutes. Toyed with going in to get him but he seems to be having a ball, giggling and talking to his toy monkeyl Besides, Mama could use another minute ;).l.Found your blog via "The Hen" (long time nearest and dearest, love her) and I think you and your littles are just lovely!

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  101. my son then age 3-4 once drew with crayon huge black crosses on my beige wool carpet - tons of them! or the time he covered every smooth surface ie. tv, windows, carpet (same one!) with diaper cream, now he is 11 and a great joy!,

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  102. The couch! Oh. My. Goodness. Solidarity, sista! We shall overcome!

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  103. P.S. I always heard that drawing circles takes some development,cognitively. Soooooo....It looks like Si-Pie is ahead of the game at age 2. He just wanted to show off his expertise at art, and drawing circles.love you, and love him!!!

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  104. Isn't there a book about a little boy with a purple crayon? If so, maybe it should be banned. :)

    Hairspray and a dry cloth gets out pen... maybe rubbing alcohol?

    Good that you took pictures. You may need them someday. :)

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  105. Oh my!!!!! I hardly know what to say!!!!
    I did the strapped to the high chair thing as well.....wish I still could, little man is 3 and loves to golf in the house now (with his real clubs, thank you PoppaG!)
    As for the cushions.....3 words. Sol. U. Mel. the stuff is magic....gets permanent marker off anything....I have used it on my beige couch for crayons and high lighters.
    Good luck sister!!!! I can't wait to see what else Mr. Silas will do with all that creativity!!! KT :)

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  106. I have a Silas. His name is Brock. The stories about him have become legendary. I may start a blog series, so you'll have to check it out. But I want to encourage you that your Brock will eventually grow out of the most destructive behavior & that you will one day miss that mischievous glint in his eye. My Silas is now 10, and while he still drives me to Crazytown now & then, I love him so much!

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  107. How about red lipstick on a white sofa from the female version of Silas? Does that qualify? :D
    You are not alone.
    BTW, I think Miss Ruby is crushing big time on Aaron. Already informed Jayme.

    Your Friend,
    Deborah

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  108. I see you have 108 commiserating stories already, but, hey -- what's one more? :) I too have a Silas and his name is Jett. In the past 5 days (I am not lying) his precious little cocoa-colored hands have drawn on two walls, drowned my petunias, murdered dozens of lightening bugs, destroyed a stick of deodorant, "cleaned" the newly-truly-cleaned bathroom mirror by misting an entire spray bottle of water over it, and (just this morning) crashed a friend's computer during our playdate.

    Sigh.

    Thankfully, my friend (whose computer was maimed) has a "Silas" too. It's a blessing to have a friend who "gets" it -- and you clearly have many! :)

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  109. My "Silas" could open any lock by the time he could walk. Found this out one morning when I woke up, the front door was open and he was gone. The police picked him up in his diaper on the busiest street in town!(He's 40 now!)
    Sal's Girl

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  110. I definitley have Silas, if my day is hard it's ussually because of him, even though I have 2 younger children (2 and 9 months). But it seems I have an extra measure of affection for this one, God is helping me deal I guess and helping him know how much we love him.

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  111. I have one too! At 17 months she walked out on the patio at 1 a.m. one Spring night in her jammies, and screamed for "mama!" Thank God I had been sleeping with her on the main level of our home and heard her cries. She also left our home with her sister when they were just learning to walk. I was bringing up the laundry. They left...walked out of the court, and each headed a different direction. Angels were watching over them that morning...they were only a house away on the main street, but it seemed like miles. Hugs to you!

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  112. I have one of those. We often tell our Miriam that it's a good thing she's cute or else....

    and she's a third. as I was. I think there's something about third children.

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  113. He ran away for the first time when he was 18mos old with a puppy under one arm and a kitten under the other. He walked THROUGH a neighbor's screen door and nearly gave another one a heart attack when she found him standing on the end of the diving board of her pool, inside a 6 foot tall wooden fence with locked gates. When I called for him more than twice the whole neighborhood opened their doors and started to look for him. A close family friend referred to him as 'the home repair course." He looked himself in the trunk of my car and he was houdini getting out of car seats. He was a handful and as he got older he broke my heart many times over. "It was a good day if I didn't make Mama cry," he tells people now. He's 6'4", 27 years old and he's the best son...So enjoy these days of struggle and frustration and reap in joy as I have.

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  114. Shannan, when I saw that I gasped! I hope you get the marker out! Oh my goodness!

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  115. oh goodness, ms. Ruby is major crushin' on somebody. Hilarious!

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