Our experience with baby Dave has been QUITE different from our experience with baby Alexis. He is a bit of a handful... nonstop action from this guy! Let me just walk you through ten minutes of the day with Dave. This morning I was getting ready for work, and had to let Dave free in our bedroom while I was blow drying my hair. In order to let Dave run free in our room, there are several preventative steps to be taken in order to protect the innocent bystanders in the room… namely, the kitty litter, the bathroom, the alarm clock, and the jewelry chest. Once I put up all of the usual blockades, I put him down and sat down to dry my hair. I kept an eye on him with a makeup mirror that I use as a rear view mirror. His antics caused me to pause during blow drying no less than ten times in ten minutes… as follows… First thing I saw him do was crawl over to the garbage can (which is used as a blockade for the phone/alarm clock), and start winging used Kleenex out of the trash. I got up and moved him to the other side of the room. He proceeded to do this again… and again… and again. After the fourth time, I finally moved the can and stuffed a pillow in that opening to protect the phone. Apparently this is a new safety measure we need to take every time he enters the premises. Add that to the growing list. He then crawled over to our stack of DVD’s and knocked them all over. Next time I looked up, he was using a video game controller, with the end of the cord plugged in… to his mouth. I got up and took it away. Screaming ensued. The next thing I heard was a repetitive grinding sound… him scraping the battery powered Thomas trains back and forth against the carpet, as hard as possible. This is not good for train wheels to be forced to go the wrong way. I got up and took away all the trains. More screaming. All of the sudden the world was a little brighter… then dimmer… then brighter… then dimmer… he was turning the dimmer up and down on the lamp on my nightstand. Over and over and over. I figured this would keep him busy for at least 45 seconds, so I let him carry on… until I heard a big crash and turned around to see the lamp laying on the floor. I could tell Dave felt very guilty and scared by the way he looked up at me and laughed when I yelled at him. Back to blow drying. I got in a good solid 30 seconds before I glanced over and noticed that Dave had pulled our computer router out from under the desk, as far as the cord would stretch, and was shaking it as hard as he could. I got up and took that away. He then proceeded to crawl over to the safely locked cabinets, pulled open the door (they open just a crack), and stuck his little arm in as far as possible to grab at all of the bottles. Mental note, we can no longer have anything within ten inches of the front of the cabinet. I finally gave up and put him on my lap, where he proceeded to snatch the bookmark out of my book, lose my page, and then stuffed the end of the lotion bottle in his mouth.
BOYS…sheesh.
But just look at how cute he is…
We'll keep him! :-)
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