Imitating Dad

The Adventure of the Wet Carpet

Cael has been embracing nakedness lately, shedding his pants and diaper in favor of a breeze down below. Usually this occurs when he has awakened from sleeping, although it has been known to happen in the middle of the day as well. Yesterday morning, I went to get Cael out of his crib and saw that he was naked from the waist down. I put on a new diaper and threw away his soggy nighttime diaper. All in a day's work for this Mama of a two-year-old. I gathered his bedding to wash, as it was laundry day, and got it Snuggle-fresh for him in time for his afternoon nap.

When I heard that he was awake after his nap, I went to get him, and, once again, I found him sans shorts and diaper. No surprise there. I checked the top of his bedding for wet spots and discovered none. When I lifted him out of the crib, I felt a wet spot under my foot. Hmmm, what could that be? I wondered. I began going through possible scenarios in my head. Did he spill his nilk (milk)? Probably not, as I took it from him before he fell asleep. Did he drool? He couldn't drool that much and onto the floor? Nope.

I got down on my hands and knees to sniff the spot. There was no unusual smell. Just wet. I looked up from my position on the floor and wondered if the side of his bed were wet. Why yes. One little part of the bed felt damp, right above the spot on the carpet.

Ah ha! The image now began to formulate in my head.

It was so clear now, as I deduced what had taken place on this sultry afternoon of the 18th of August in the year two thousand and ten. Upon removing the confining bottom garment and absorbent Pamper, the suspect positioned his, ahem, -hee hee- betwixt two bars of his crib. As he noticed something coming out of his little part, he squealed in delight and continued with the emptying of his bladder. The suspect has retained a lawyer and has provided no statement to corroborate the evidence, except for a brief mention of a ball, which may or may not have referenced the golf ball on the floor in his room.

Follow-up to the Investigation:
Two blankets and one sheet went back into the washer to be re-Snuggled.
The carpet was sprayed with Resolve and scrubbed.
The foot that stepped into the wet spot was also thoroughly cleansed.
The mind of the Mama is definitely lost.

It's a Tough World Out There in Nursery

We dropped him off for little while.
He had many tears, and not a smile.
"Mama," he cried as the door shut,
and we felt sickness in our guts.

About an hour and a half had passed.
Dad picked him up to find him harassed.
A shot to the face he sported.
The actual incident was unreported.

No tears he shed when he was hit
He did not complain, not one bit.
The baby boy with a tie and a 'tude
Now looked like a little dude.

Terrific Two

With Cael's current age labeled "terrible," the expectation becomes such, and parents spend a year counting all the ways their two-year-old lives up to said adjective. I am guilty of that, as well, except I started keeping track of all the stinker-like things he did at about 18 months. Well, starting today, I am going to say Cael is in his terrific twos, and I will vow to enjoy his adventurous spirit and unending mischief-making. After all, he will only be this age for awhile. I want to enjoy him, no matter what he is doing.

Here are some pictures from the past week of Cael's terrificness.

Monkey Boy Strikes Again...Using the stool to climb up on the bathroom counter...

Genius! Wal-Mart saves my shopping life with these seats on the baskets.

Time with Aunt Julie...No, the black dog isn't Aunt Julie, but Cael played with Baby (What an ironic name for such a dog!) while he was with her for a slumber party in Holbrook.

Discovery: New way to ride tricycle

 Stolen Key? Translation: Cookie Cael allegedly swiped this caramel bar from his dad. Investigation pending.

Cael helps Mama clean by using the Swiffer duster on the inversion machine.