Making Good

I'm making good on my promise from MONTHS ago to show a video of Luke going on the stairs. He's really very trustworthy on them now. The other day at Helene's house I was working on the computer and I suddenly realized it was too quiet. I went looking for Luke and he was in the basement (13 stairs down!) sitting at a Little Tikes picnic table pouring himself an imaginary glass of lemonade.


After that cute story you might like to hear about my disastrous hour and a half yesterday afternoon. Luke woke up from his nap and was Grumpy. I just had about ten minutes left of sewing to do and he kept pulling my cord out of the wall or sitting on my sewing machine pedal, so I strapped him into his high chair with some fish crackers and let 'er rip. He gave me ten minutes of peace, but when I looked up I saw that instead of eating all his crackers he had smashed them into tiny bits and flung them all around the room. Every corner of the dining room and kitchen was filled with bits of cracker. I got out the vacuum and the broom and cleaned it up, then took Luke out of his high chair to clean HIM up. Turns out he had peed through his diaper and his pants were all wet. I stripped him down and went to get a clean diaper and by the time I returned he had peed on the floor and was splashing around in it. I dumped him in the sink, cleaned him off and then started to clean up the floor. While I was cleaning up the floor he spit up on the floor behind me and spread it all around, walking through it and then through the kitchen. I thought, "it can't get any worse" but you know you are always proven wrong when you say something like that.

While I was cleaning up the spit up Luke unrolled the entire roll of paper towels and began shredding them in the hallway.

Oisch. Kids.