Wednesday, April 06, 2011

Stinky stinker

Does this look like the face of a little stinker? What about this? There's a good chance that Baby Plum is just into more things than his older brother was at 18 months. I mean he has a lot more stuff to get into, thanks to having an older brother. But there's also the very probably chance that I have forgotten all of Little Elvis' hijinx at that age. If that's the case, then good. I will forget about this craziness, too! Baby Plum pulled the lever off of one of our bar stools yesterday, repeatedly pulled cans out of the recycling bin to suck on, would not leave the carbon monoxide detector alone, fell and busted his lip on a shirt that he'd been dragging around the house, found out how to open the gate to Little Elvis' bunkbed that Bob had just adjusted for extra security (he fell down the steps last week,) ate some of Little Elvis' toothpaste, ate some of Little Elvis hand soap (I'm out of space in the medicine cabinet now,) and he helped me sweep. He wants to walk down the concrete steps when we leave the house now, and he needs assistance. I had three bags and his little hand yesterday and managed to whack myself in the forehead with the screen door. Little Elvis kissed it and made it better. The house is currently a mess. I can't manage to get anything done, and when people ask what we've been doing, I have no answer. Stuff. The days go by very quickly these days.

1 Comments:

Blogger Ann Wyse said...

"Stuff"! I love that answer.

It sounds like he's genuinely a handful!

4:57 PM  

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