In the last few days the baby has morphed into an octopus. I know he was born with only two arms. And when I put his clothes on there are only two arms. But when he wants something its like wrestling an octopus. I swear he is stronger than me and has more arms than me. While I wash his hands he frantically grabs at anything he can get his hands on; dirty dishes, soap dispenser, water faucet, eye glasses. The soapy hands don't even seem to slow him down.
When he is cruising around the house I spend most of my time just moving things from one side of the room to the other. His current favorites are my computer, remote, cell phone, and headset. Just as I move them to one semi-safe spot he scoots in behind the chair, sometimes gets stuck, and then makes a mad grab. I have to drop everything to run and rescue our delicate belongings. When I put them on the desk he pulls out the bottom drawer and climbs in to reach the things on top! What a stinker!
I guess its time to learn the word 'no'.
We chose Connor's Halloween Costume yesterday. My normally angelic well behaved shopper was literally climbing displays after he tried on his new costume. He is going to be a shark. As soon as the last zipper was zipped he was racing around the store, "chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp." He was attacking his sister and brother, just as a shark would. I struggled to get the costume off of him, but he just continued terrorizing his siblings, "CHOMP".
I finally found him on top of a shoe display. I suppose he was up there to get a higher vantage point of 'the sea'.