Oh, my little trouble maker!
You are keeping us busy these days! Thank goodness for baby gates. If only I could keep you in one of those hamster balls for when you are outside the vicinity of the baby jail...I mean the living room. Anything not nailed down is fair game, and every day you seem to be able to reach higher than the last.
Used to be after your bath we'd have a nice lotion rub down, get on your jammies and read some books before we nursed. These days the rub down is akin to catching a greased pig, followed by diapering a slippery contortionist and then wrangling jammies on you while you scream in agony at not being allowed to pull every wipe out of the box. Then you must be let loose to work off some energy before we nurse...which now must take place in the pitch dark so that you will not be distracted by every tantalizing item in your nursery that is silently singing, "Trippppyyy...come and molest me."
A five minute span in the pre-bedtime marathon:
Ready, Set....
And they're off ladies and gentlemen!
He begins with a double twist over to the bang on the cases of wine..
Slides into the hallway to crumple up some forgotten grocery bags...
He hits a small snag as he hurdles over the overpriced diaper bag...
Pauses to gaze at his adoring fans..
Swings back into action by shaking the high chair tray...
Races over to the final leg of the course...
Pummels the stool in preparation for his final maneuver...
Stretches to the limit of his physical prowess to reach the forbidden recycling can lid...and will he make it, ladies and gentle men????
The crowd is hushed in eager anticipation....
SUCCESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now multiply this by 847 and you've pretty much summed up our day.
We headed back to the Discovery Museum last week (and not just because Mama left her credit card there when signing up for a membership at the prior visit....ahem). I decided not to bring you a change of clothes this time, since the apron seemed to keep you pretty dry when we last played in the water area. "Oh ha ha ha ha ha," laughed fate. You remembered the fake river well, and although I had to wrap my legs around you to keep you still long enough to get the apron on, I did manage to get it on. So I grabbed my camera and leisurely strolled over to the river to find that in 3.7 seconds you had completely and utterly soaked yourself. Calling it a tsunami would not be an exaggeration. Since we were already destined to be shunned by the better mothers and nannies for crossing the line between wet and HOLY CRAP THAT KID IS WET, I let you enjoy....and enjoy you surely did.
Planning the attack.
Splishity splash splash!
Splishity splash splash splash splash!
Surveying his path of destruction
Wondering if there is more water on the concrete than in the river.
That was refreshing Mama!
You have a slight obsession with Mama's laptop. Perhaps I've mentioned your never ending desire to rip keys off of the keyboard when anyone leaves the laptop open?
Here my friends, is the final blow to the keyboard that has finally been laid to rest. RIP keyboard. RIP.
And here is the mourning child who laments the fact the new keyboard will have a protective cover that will no longer allow the pleasurable ripping off of important keys.
You are 11 months old!
Seriously, these pictures are getting really hard to take!
And now for something different...
Whoever said boys were most precious when asleep may have been on to something.
No comments:
Post a Comment