Charlie has reached the age where if he is not creating a mess and then dragging it around the house in order to spread his destruction across as much territory as possible, he is pulling some sort of Baby Evil Knievel stunt. He's already figured out how to climb my kitchen step stool - necessary for me because our kitchen was custom built for woman taller than I - so he can grab things off the kitchen counter. He seems especially attracted to knives and scissors. Luckily, there are 4 of us around to intercept him.
It's been a little tough on Elena and Sam, who don't fully comprehend the importance of remembering to shut the baby gates or to "Close the bathroom door!!!!!" Overall they do well, but if they (or more likely their friends) ever do forget the gate, Charlie heads up the stairs as fast as he can.
And the other day, after I had double checked that the bathroom door was closed, one of the older kids snuck in there to go to the bathroom and left not only the door open, but the toilet seat was up and the toilet was not flushed. When I found Charlie half a minute later, he had pulled a handful of the toilet paper out of the toilet and scattered it across most of the kitchen floor.
So if you call me anytime in the next year, chances are good I won't make it to the phone in time because I didn't make it over the 4 gates we have set up in an attempt to keep Charlie corralled. I love our house, but it was definitely, absolutely, positively not designed with small children in mind.
On second thought, make that ten to fifteen years because by the time Charlie has outgrown the gates, we'll probably have another one needing to be saved from his/her own curiosity. And No, that is not my way of announcing that we have another one of the way so just calm down. I'm simply referring to the obvious fact that I've got quite a few fertile years left.
All in all, though, Charlie adds WAY more fun than frustration around here.
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