After all that underwear silliness, we weren't done yet. Yesterday, we took a little trip to visit my sister's family. My nephew was having a birthday. While there, we discovered that the little man wasn't wearing any underwear. He couldn't seem to explain it. I know for a fact that his underwear drawer has plenty of clean pairs in it. Now I am a bit paranoid about it and I asked him a few times if he is wearing any today. And so life with a little boy continues... and I am constantly asking myself, "what is he thinking?!"
Like last night, on our late drive home, he stayed awake the whole way drilling me with questions about how muscles work. I'm not sure why that was on his little mind, but he asked questions for quite a while.
And the monster baby has taken things even further today. She is not content until she is on the counter or table or desk. She has mastered climbing up chairs, and from there, the sky is the limit. Or so it seems. Until she comes crashing down. Her little noggin is covered with little bumps and red marks from her escapades today. But will she learn? Oh, no. She keeps right on climbing. I tipped one chair on it's side to discourage her, but she'll climb it any way. It's going to be a rough couple of days I think. For both her and myself. I thought I had already baby-proofed my home, but no... In order to be truly baby safe I need to get rid of my breadpans and all chairs, as well as anything that could possibly be used as a stool, like the basket that holds her toys. Either she is going to end up suspended from the ceiling most of the day, or we're going to have to start sitting on the floor because the chairs had to go. I'm seriously considering blockading her into one area of the house with soft baby toys to play with. My blood pressure can't take this much longer.