Guardian Angels & Grey Hairs

In a 24-hour period Tyler has: climbed our 6 ft. fence, thrown a major tantrum at the grocery store, stripped nude at the park, dumped Hershey's syrup all over the kitchen, and fallen out of the upstairs bedroom window onto the roof! Now, having said all of this you wouldn't believe me when I say he really is a sweet little guy and usually my most well-behaved child. I hope this is just a little phase we're going through.

Yesterday I was trying to tackle this upstairs:

I had made about this much progress:

And this is the progress he had made downstairs (look at that face. Oh, and he was poopy here too):

And the scariest of all, we were getting the kids ready for bed last night, and the bedroom windows were open because it had been warm (and our STUPID windows do not lock). One minute he was playing on Austin's bed, which is up against the window, and the next he had fallen through the screen onto the roof. For a split second I had visions of a life flight to Haborview (trauma unit in Seattle). I ran to the window, Keith ran downstairs, thinking he had fallen to the driveway below. THANK GOODNESS he had caught himself and was there on the roof. I lept out the window onto the roof and grabbed him so quick, I think I gave him more scratches and bruises getting him inside. It could have so easily turned into a major tragedy, as you can see there is not that much "roof" until he could've hit the driveway below:

Needless to say, all of the windows in the upstairs are now screwed shut, which also presents a fire hazard, but I think my chances of a child falling out of a window are far greater at this point than our house burning down. We do not have a/c (nobody does, you don't really need it around here in the summer), so I guess we will just have to make do with fans. Whoever manufactured those windows is lame. Who makes a window that doesn't lock?

I am so grateful he is O.K. He does have one more scar he will add to his sweet little face:
Oh, and of course, we have an appointment to get the kids picture taken on Friday. Go figure...

All said and done: my laundry pile is now twice as high and I probably have twice as many grey hairs!