Day 138: so unrepresentative of the reality
I think this mid-afternoon nap was only because he was totally worn out from destroying things and attacking people all morning. I was just thinking yesterday how he seemed to be out of his majorly destructive phase. He's been so pleasant and helpful lately. He's interested in colors and numbers and reading books and coloring pictures.
And then I was awakened from my daydreaming by the sound of sharpies scribbling across the wall-- no pictures just purposeful destruction. It's been downhill from there. The worst fallout today was yet other broken window. A row of 4x8 windows seems like a good idea when you have a nice mountain view, but it's much less cool when each of your three boys shatters one of the windows. I think the loud shattering and fallout of glass clued Lex in that he might actually be in real trouble. He hardly ever cares about getting in trouble but right after the ball went through the window he ran and locked himself in Azia room. When I told him to unlock the door he did, but then he told me he need to go to his room.
The good part was the nearly two hours of calm that followed.