Often, it seems that I'm only ever telling stories about Norah's rascality, but as Caleb's personality starts to evolve from sweet, innocent baby into trouble-making toddler, he's been adding some of his own devilry to the household.
Case in point: This morning.
Right now, dressing Caleb is like dressing a wet octopus, so I usually get him changed on the living room floor, that way if he manages to wriggle away from me, he’s not plunging off the top of the changing table. Often I only manage to get him half-dressed before he maneuvers out of my grasp and runs away from me. Yes, a month ago, he was just weeble-walking around here, and now he is a person who can ESCAPE and run away from me.
Well, “run” is an overstatement. Still, it’s surprising how quick he can be if he wants to.
So, this morning, I’m getting him dressed for school and he wriggles away – naked – and gets over to the entryway.
Where he stands and pees on the floor.
It reminded me of one of those naked cherubs* who sometimes appear in water fountains.
*Which, sidenote, those are kinda weird, aren't they? Does anyone think that's cute? End sidenote.*
I had to tell him: "Kid, you're no angel and my tile is no water fountain. Let's holster that little gun of yours."
He resigned to getting dressed, but I saw the glint in his eye: This is just the beginning, isn't it?