My little tornado!

People often ask me how I stay thin after having 3 babies. Well, I can sum up the answer in four words - LUKE, BEN, AND JIMMY! Especially Luke! I am amazed at how much a 19 month old toddler can keep me running around like a crazy woman! He always manages to be about 10 steps ahead of me. Here is an example. Today at lunch, I fixed Luke and Ben their lunch and sat them down to eat. Then I started fixing my own lunch. When it was ready I set my plate down on the table. Then I got up because I realized that I forgot my drink. While I was up Luke started throwing his plate and food - this means that he is done. So I got him out of his seat. I had only taken about 3 bites of my food at this point. Upon getting him out of his seat I realized that he had a poopy diaper, so I took him to his room to change it. Then I made my way to the kitchen with the diaper to put it in a plastic bag so I could drop it in the garbage. While I was getting the bag from under the sink, I noticed that Luke was climbing on the table about to dump my food on the ground. With bag in hand I got Luke off the table. When I turned around again, he was getting into the cleaners and plastic bags that were under the sink (I forgot to shut the cupboard door when I went to get Luke off the table). So I went to shut the cupboard door. Then I finally threw the diaper away and sat down to eat my lunch, which, after changing a poopy diaper was not very appetizing at all. I took 2 more bites and then noticed that Luke was getting in the garbage to retrieve the very same poopy diaper. Well, I had to put a stop to that, of course, so once again my lunch was put on hold. I got him away from the garbage then sat down again. This time, I was interrupted by Ben. He had opened both drawers of my filing cabinet and it was starting to tip over. I went to his rescue and turned around to discover that Luke was on the table AGAIN!! So by this time I just threw my hands up in the air and laughed a little (because if I didn't laugh I would cry). Then I took him to his room and shut the door and tried to choke down the cold, left over chicken from last night. I ate every bite because I knew that I would need the energy to get through the rest of the day.

Here are some pics of the little rascal getting in to trouble. Seriously, I don't know what to do with this kid sometimes. He is not the least bit interested in real toys. Why??? I don't get it. He only wants to play with whatever he knows he is not supposed to have. Does anyone out there have any suggestions of how I can keep this kid under control without destroying everything I own!? I will welcome any advice or ideas! Please help me!

The minute he goes into Jimmy and Ben's room he goes straight to the ladder and climbes to the top bunk. I just know that it is only a matter of time before he breaks a bone.