Clearly he is gifted.
This morning I was on the phone in the living room, and he came in the room with a bottle of carpet cleaner in one hand, and a bottle of Clorox Clean Up in his mouth.
In. His. Mouth.
I've stuck wooden spoons in the handles, and that thwarted him for a little while, but he figured out how to remove those last night. For now, this is my elegant solution:
|When it's 99 degrees outside and you sit on your phone to keep your baby from throwing it, |
sometimes you make steam between the case and the lens.
Zip ties. We'll just have to cut them when we need to get into the cabinet.
I sure know how to fancy up the joint, don't I?
It's a good thing kids are so stinkin' cute at this age (18 months), because you have to watch them like a hawk to keep them alive. Other favorite activities include:
- Standing on the dining room table (maybe I could zip tie the chairs together?)
- Throwing things behind the couch (at one point, before I discovered this, four of the five phones we have in the house were behind the couch)
- Jumping on the dog (maybe I could zip tie her mouth shut?)
- Trying to open the front door (locking the screen works. For now)
- Bashing people over the head with toys (he has gotten both sisters in the past hour)
- Playing with the water in the toilet (keeping the bathroom door shut keeps him out of it, for now)
- Putting tiny things in his mouth (I swear, if the girls' toys get any smaller we're going to need a microscope to play with them. The people who invented Polly Pockets, Littlest Pet Shop, etc. obviously invented them for their youngest kids)
- Climbing up the couch to look out the front window, which would be fine except that sometimes he goes too far and falls behind the couch. On his head. And of course, of course, I can't reach him back there, so I have to coax his screaming head out. Maybe we need to rearrange the furniture or put a trampoline behind there or something.