Three Year Old For Sale

Today I finally lost it and called Grandma for an immediate rescue. After three days in a row of dropping bowls full of food off the kitchen table I finally couldn't take it anymore. I've cleaned up tiny pasta and gallons of marinara, cheerios and milk, and the applesauce that splattered in a 10 foot triangular pattern. But the straw that broke this mama's back was intervening to stop Alden from literally strangling his brother. He was trying to get a cord neckalce away from Emmett, but of course thought he could do that best by pulling from behind until Emmett turned blue and passed out. Unconscious bodies are much more compliant about sharing toys. Good thing I was in the room and semi-paying attention while I changed Alden's wet-my-bed-in-the-night sheets, or Emmett might not have lived to see three. So, anybody who lives locally (or not) and would like to have Alden over for a playdate - please call! He is a delightful child with impeccable manners.