Dr. Destructo

My Sister's husband has a pet name for Bugaboo, "Dr. Destructo."

Bugaboo has this habit of swirling around the house (or anyone's house, for that matter) like a tornado and destroying anything and everything in his path. A few weeks ago it was glasses he decided to fling on the floor. You know, drinking glasses? Before that he pushed out every screen that he could find. Then there was the CD drive in our relatively new computer. And now the little door that covers the drive to keep dirt and little fingers out.

Bugaboo also likes to close doors. No, make that, SLAM doors. He is particularly fond of the kitchen and bathroom cabinets. A month ago he began the annoying habit of parking himself on the floor in front of the cabinet and slamming the doors with his feet. When we ask him to stop and redirect him, he goes to the bathroom. Then he goes to the other bathroom. Then back to the kitchen. In order to curb the door-slamming we bought magnetic door locks (which we had in our former abode), which have sat in a bag in the basement for the past month. I have asked Darling to put them on, oh, at least one hundred times.

So, the locks still aren't on. Bugaboo cracked the wood on the kitchen door last night. When Darling got angry I reminded him that Bugaboo can't help it, he is still learning, and Darling should have put the locks on a month ago. Grumble, grumble. So he goes to the basement, gets the locks, starts taking the door apart, gets side-tracked in the basement and spent the rest of the night bolting the laundry tub to the floor, because the agitation of the washer moved the tub and made water spill all over the floor. So the doors still don't have locks on them.

Now, we have baby gates, door alarms, door-knob covers, plastic outlet covers, a fireplace lock, door locks (the one that goes on the handle and holds the handles together) and cabinet locks. But the kitchen has no knobs so the only lock we could use is the magnetic lock. I don't like those little plastic ones that go on the inside of the door, we used to have them and they can STILL open the doors about 1/2 and inch and slam them, and their little fingers.

I am praying that DH will get the locks done tonight. My sanity depends on it.

And, if I knew where the heck he hid his drill, I would have put them on MYSELF!!!