I usually have some sort of Caleb story for Matt when he comes home from work at the end of the day. Perhaps I should use my better judgement and keep some to myself, but a recent conversation went like this:
Me: So, Caleb almost gave me a heart attack again today…
Matt: What did he do this time?
Me: Well, I was going to take the kids on a walk. I was holding Norah, walking out into the garage to put her in the stroller, and Caleb was behind me. As soon as I hit the garage door button, Caleb sprinted out past me down the driveway as fast as I’ve ever seen him go. He got all the way to the middle of the street before I could put Norah down, run after him, and catch him! Thank goodness no cars were coming!
Matt: We need to get a leash for that kid.
No kidding. This is not the only instance of behavior that drives me crazy. We generally keep all bathroom doors closed and child locked because, well, you know. Apparently Caleb has decided he is ready to potty train. Anyhow, the other day, Caleb used his little potty chair and we’d dumped the contents into the toilet. I went to his room to grab him a new diaper, and not 20 seconds later as I walk into the bathroom again, I see Caleb: hand in toilet, drawing it up to his mouth to drink. AAAAAHHHHHH!!!! At least he likes to flush, otherwise I would probably have used lots of soap in his mouth instead of just the gallon of water I almost choked him with, trying to wash his mouth out.
I think I see a pattern emerging here. Case in point: tonight I was scrolling through old pictures and found this one of Caleb when he was just under a year.
It seems I’ve been missing the signs for a year now.