Thursday, September 04, 2008

It starts.

Today, Boy got his hands on a number of contraband items, which I had to wrestle away from him. Here's how various confrontations were resolved:

Boy crawled over to his diaper caddy and wrangled a bottle of baby lotion out of it, commencing chewing. I removed it from his hands. He crawled away and began to play with an actual toy quite happily.

Boy crawled over to the power cord for a floor lamp. I picked him up and turned him
in another direction. He crawled away, once again perfectly content.

Boy found the universal remote lying on the floor and eagerly pounced on it. I took it from him. BOY BEGAN TO SCREAM. IN ALL CAPS. It was REALLY LOUD, I tell you.

I am now outnumbered. Also, doomed. 


1 comment:

Devon said...

Ah how the boys love the remotes. I found Ronan a toy remote when he was about that age. He loved it and it made all its little noises despite how much slobber was on it. I will try and locate it to tell you the brand. We would keep it with our remotes so he could have his own while we happily used the real one.

Devon