Ya know that saying...

"Paybacks are a bi*ch"? They are. I'm living mine. I remember a few months ago telling everyone that would listen that if Jake were my 1st child...I would have 10 more, just like him. Medical issues and all. I've changed my mind. Although I would NEVER in a million years give him back, I'm learning what it's like "to have a boy", as they say. In my experience, MY girl (as a toddler) was 110 times easier than my little fireball of a boy! Let me tell you what he has been up to...

He is mobile & he is quick. He is into everything.

My house now has these...

And these...

And this...

And soon, these...

The only one ever used with Gracie...the gate....because we had stairs in our last house. These objects are foreign to me, and I am not loving them. But they are necessary. Very necessary. For these reasons...

1. Fun looking holes in the wall right at little boys eye level, requires something shoved in them. The necessary object, sisters plastic fork from her tea party set. Although impressed with his hand/eye skills, not at all amused.

2. It's only a matter of time before we catch him exploring the neighborhood in nothing but a diaper. He's a little escape artist. Remember the casts, or lack there of...Houdini. Door knob thingies...necessary.

3. I'm undecided about the gate. See, Jake puts EVERYTHING in his mouth...everything. I'm starting to wonder if trapping him in a room only makes his little mind go wild & he eats everything he can get in his mouth. If it doesn't fit in his mouth, he destroys it, until it does. Then he eats it. Some of the things he has eaten...the normal stuff, you know...dog food, dog water, tissues from the bathroom garbage can, books, magazines, puzzle pieces, stickers have gone missing (I'm just saying...), and best of all...a cat hair ball. Sick right? Well it wasn't just any cat hair ball...it was sitting in a nice big, warm pile of fresh cat vomit. We love that Jake is an amazing eater, but that goes too far. My mom told me to write it in his baby book. Like that is necessary. As if I will EVER forget the day I dug a cat vomit hairball out of my sons mouth. So the gate...not sure how long that will stick around.

I was going to post some pics of Gracie & her new found love of hop scotch...but I see Jake making a b-line for the dog food...I'm out!