Have I mentioned lately how mobile our little Nate has gotten? He's reached that stage where the rest of us must adapt to make everything more childproof for the little guy. It's once again time to turn over ALL the kitchen chairs and stools to prevent him from climbing up onto counters. It's time to make sure ALL electrical outlets are covered with those annoying little protector things. Time to decrease the water temperature on the water heater. (Better yet- it might be safer to just keep him out of the Bathrooms entirely!!)
Today I went to pick up Sam from Kindergarten and left Jess and Nate in the van. Don't panic, I just have to go up to the entrance of the school and he's usually right there. (It's not like I'm a bad mom or anything) Anyways- this is when Jess usually undoes her seat belt and moves up front to sit in the driver seat pretending to be a mom. By the time I get back and start the van it is always a fun surprise to find she'd turn on the windshield wipers. And turned up the radio full blast. She loves doing that! Anyways, today I grabbed Sam as usual and as I looked towards the van I was surprised and a bit confused to see NATE standing in the drivers seat happily steering the wheel.
For the life of me I don't know if I completely forgot to secure his straps OR has he figured out how to maneuver past the whole buckle thing on his own. (There-now you can think I'm a bad mom) Actually-I think because his straps are set to accommodate a big winter snowsuit, he was able to wiggle through thanks to the much smaller coat he had on today. Time to take the car seat out and tighten those straps again eh!
Now I not only have to worry about what Nate is getting INto- but I also have to worry about what he is getting OUT of as well.
I really think raising boys is an entirely different experience then raising girls. I had hoped that Nate would be a little easier on me-but it appears that he's shaping out to be the same kind of handful that my Sam was. ...ur...still IS!
See my girls would NEVER think of dancing through all of the clean laundry. They just wouldn't do it!
And Yes- that is clean laundry on the floor. (Dirty laundry is in the basket naturally) I'd happily tackle that rapidly growing pile of clothes but I figure that Nate will just mess up my piles of folded laundry faster then I can put them away, so why bother.
Or perhaps I'm really just procrastinating this job because I know that I'll get everything folded only to find that 4 more socks are missing their match! I seriously don't know how it happens.
All of the socks go INto the laundry but only half of our socks ever seem to make it OUT.
Where are all of our missing socks? I mean really, just where exactly do they disappear to?
2 comments:
Aren't you lucky that your girls will leave the clean laundry alone. I have video footage of my girls throwing all the clean laundry in their room down the stairs of our old house and then sliding down through it to the bottom of the stairs. Yeesh! I've learned now to not bother folding it and keep it in my room so they have to come beg me for clean clothes! (Or I'm just lazy...one of the two.)
Oh that's so funny. I am so not ready to go back into that stage. Yikes! Nate sure keeps you on your toes. At least he has that killer smile to make up for it right?!?
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