So far I haven’t had many Caleb stories because usually the things I find funny are things the kids have said to me and…well…he don’t talk yet.
But in the last seven days he has pulled out all the drawers in the kitchen, whacking himself in the nose; tried to run away after taking a bath, giving himself a black eye; figured out how to climb on the dining room table and figured out how to push chairs from other rooms into the dining room so he could climb back on the table after I tried to stop him; and eaten half a serving of dog food. The dog took it very well.
He’s now standing at the front door with the handle halfway down yelling, “Bye-bye!” I should go before he figures out how to open it and runs away from home.
Monkey Baby
