Clark The Destoryer

The Wrath of Clark

This is what I found this morning, after I took my 5 minute morning pee break.  Seriously, I am not exaggerating, this mess only took Clark FIVE MINUTES!!  If you look closely you can see about 6 different card games, and my Scene It games ripped up and scattered in a pile.  Luckily no one was hurt, Harry was just laughing the whole time...and Clark had the hugest smile on is face, clueless that it was taking everything I had not to spank him into tomorrow.

I really don't know how to deal any more.  Clark is so destructive.  He just walks from room to room, throwing things around, ripping things up into tiny pieces, peeling paint off the wall, whatever he can get his hands on.  Actually we keep most of the doors closed or rooms gated off, so it is not the entire house.  But occasionally he does figure out how to open one door or another...and then there goes my jewelry collection all over the bedroom floor (and no, I still have never found my favorite missing earrings).  We have things up on the highest shelves...and magically he finds some fast and sneaky way to get them down anyway (ba-bye Harry Potter Scene It).  

I am sure most of his destructiveness stems from boredom and being stuck in the house all day (we really need to move or get another car!)  Or curiosity...I mean who won't wanted to see or feel what it was like to smash a dozen eggs on the kitchen floor, or take something apart to figure out how it works...I get that.  But why does he always go to the extreme?  Why would he be quietly reading a book one second and then in the next rip it into tiny pieces?  I just don't understand.  Now, I know some of his shenanigans are the typical little boy terrible two's, I am not foolish enough to think I was going to escape unscathed.  But to me it seems more than the norm.  I have watched and cared for children my whole life.  I have never met anyone like Clark, he seems to relish in the mess and destruction.  NO amount of time outs will change his mind that these things he loves to do are wrong.

So, how do I keep my house falling to ruins?  So many of my picture frames and photo albums have gone the way of the trash... not to mention the carpet pieces he loves to pull up.  I can hardly spank him and put him in time out him all day long.  I can not hold his hand for every activity...I can only entertain him so much.  Even when I do sit down to play cars or trains with him it is only a matter of minutes before the train track is in pieces and me and Harry are ducking for cover.

I am hoping against hope that this is just a phase.  That some of this destructiveness will out grow him.  I will be more than happy to get him a million things to take apart and put back together (if I could only get him to play with Legos)...if he could just not destroy and hurt Harry and the rest of the house while he is at it.