Close Calls

I did not have to really baby proof things with Aid. He was completely uninterested in anything beyond being held for long periods of time. He was quite content with taking the world in sitting on your lap. He still is.

Grant, however... Grant is already on the move and is not at all content with a slow lifestyle. He is on the go. He crawls, walks (with the walker and scaling furniture) and pulls himself up and down on everything. And he is very interested in stairs. Everything.

So out came the baby gates. They are truly all I ever needed with Aid. With Grant every time I turn around he has pointed out some other baby proofing improvement that needs to be made. So out have come the chord protectors, I have moved furniture to hide the chords (which kills me because they are now blocking the vents but I have decided that energy efficiency will have to take a back seat to safety at the moment) I had to order an expensive furnace gate, I have to go buy more outlet covers, I have added the cupboard locks. I think I have done it all.

Yesterday I thought that I locked the baby gate. It is pressure mounted so if it is not balanced and locked just so it is not secure. I hate this gate. Grant was standing at the top of the stairs yelling at Leo, which is now his favorite pass time. Then Aid came upstairs. He pulled open the gate and I heard it slide from the wall. I whipped around the corner (I was in the bathroom) and grabbed Grant's ankle as he was headed down. Now, we have carpeted split stairs. So I tried to tell myself that if I hadn't caught him he probably would have stopped at the first level and been terribly upset but probably not permanently hurt.

But my heart stopped. This little boy keeps me on my toes. I cannot for a moment let my guard down because that is the very moment he will just go for it. I am fairly sure it will forever be my job to make sure that with all of the jumps he will take, I will have to give him the space to make them...but stay close enough to grab him before he hurts himself.

Just Like Daddy

We went to visit Bob at his school (kids not there). He immediately had a blast with Bob's teaching assistant and was soon sprinting around the building happily screaming. Grant was flirting with all the girls.

We went into Bob's classroom. Aid ran up and sat at Bob's desk. "Look! I teaching!" He said as he pounded away at the keyboard.

He saw Bob's coffee cup.

"I need coffee to teach."

What do they say? The apple doesn't fall far from the tree?

Uhh......

This looks adorable. And frightening. I walked in one time to find Aid putting Grant in a headlock and dragging him through the room. I freaked. Grant was giggling.

Good grief.

Grant Grows Up

I just cannot believe how fast this is all going. Grant just keeps growing up on me. He wants to be like his big brother and nothing is going to stop him.


We stand now. For long periods of time.


We crawl. Bob calls him Slappy McSlappy.


We get out of the stroller at the zoo....and are pissed when we have to get back in cause we can't actually walk...yet.


Don't let the monster out!

Oh Grant. You are still my baby. Aid made us a family. You have completed that family. I love you so very much.

The Gift That Keeps On Giving

Some may say I am crazy to put a water table in my kitchen. But it was a genius move. I'm telling you.

Thanks Mom.

Thanks Aid....

Bob hard boiled some eggs. They were sitting in a bowl in the sink cooling. I came back into the kitchen at some point and they were gone.

Aid came upstairs holding his back pack.

Aid: "Mama, I got something in here for you!"

He proudly showed me his back pack. Yep. The hard boiled eggs were in his bag. Amazingly only one kind of chipped open.

3 year olds are so helpful!

Halloween

Aid went as a pirate. Kind of. Grant was going to go as a skeleton and wore his onsie once before it shrunk and we could not get it back on him. So he wore monster pajamas. Aid seemed excited to carve pumpkins and then refused to so me and Bob did. I could only get Aid to walk up one side of our block and down the other.So he only got like 10 little pieces of candy....he carries them around with him and doesn't even really want to eat them. We were asleep by 9.

Seems the traditions continues. We kind of hate Halloween.





(The nice smiley face pumpkin is mine.)

We tried. We all tried.