My definition of messy has had to evolve since Damian’s birth, less I go utterly insane. As long as the floors are swept and mopped, the carpets vacuumed and there is nothing smaller then a golf ball within baby reach (Damian has a big mouth. Gee, I wonder where he gets that from?) it is clean. Those pans on the floor there? Totally a decorator feature, Damian using his mad interior design skills.
Seriously though, I need a way to keep that storage drawer shut, it doesn’t matter how much weight I put it in, it slides easily (which I suppose is supposed to be a good thing.) I put a 20 pound rock in front of it and he pushed it out of the way, which is utterly amazing since he weighs as much as the rock. Damian is as stubborn as an ox donchaknow (gee, no clue where that comes from either!) I am thinking of using a wooden door wedge, since playing under the oven isn’t the safest option for my toddling terrorizing ten-month-old.
Also my keys have gone missing. Damian recently learned that he can pull up a few of the central air vents (Windigo is not down them) so I fear the worst. I can reach up to my elbow into them and haven’t felt them, so hopefully they are not keeping the furnace company.
