Little Monkey

This one is a definite no-no. That is also not gel in his hair--it's syrup.

Seth has become quite the little monkey lately. He is my Curious George. I thought I'd post a few of his antics because it really is such a cute, fun stage even though I sometimes cannot keep up with the messes he makes. It's probably not the best practice to take pictures of your kids when they are doing something they shouldn't, but if it's truly a problem I stop him--after I've got the pic. Also, I promise my kids get dressed in clothes each and every day, but that may be hard to believe after looking at the following pictures.


My jewelery box is a hot item. Luckily, I have nothing of value. That little chair has become a weapon of mass destruction. Seth takes it everywhere and uses it to get into mischief. Sadly, it now spends most of the day in his crib where he can't get at it.


Enjoying the prize.


That truck he's standing on has been the source of several headers he's taken. He hasn't quite figured out that something with wheels is not always the best choice to stand on!

I knew it was inevitable that he would figure out how to climb up on the barstools, but I was hoping it would be later rather than sooner. He is great at getting up and not so great at getting down.

Seth has been busy doing other things as well lately that I did not capture. Here are a few in no particular order:

• Stirring his toothbrush in the toilet...or his hairbrush...or just his arm.
• Putting numerous items down in the heat registers....cars, shoes...
• Rearranging my kitchen daily.
• Throwing everything off of his high chair tray when I'm not looking.
• Just today--pooping in the tub! That one really got my prego gag reflex going.

I'm sure the list could go on, but you probably get the idea. I wouldn't trade my little monkey for anything though. My frustration doesn't last long when he gives me one of his big hugs or that toothy grin of his!

Side note: We created some roadkill on Friday. I'm happy to say that it was Jer driving and not me. We were not far from our house where there are often deer, but this psycho one literally jumped out of the trees right in front of us. It was not a pretty sight. I felt really bad--I am a real softie about stuff like that. Luke was quite concerned also. It didn't die right away and Jer got out and called the Fish and Game. He wanted to put it out of its misery, but they told him not to and that they would come and get it. Well, so much for our tax dollars at work. It's still taking a long winter's nap right where we left it--practically in a driveway. Luke seems to still be hoping for a miracle and has prayed every night since "thanks for the deer to make it better." I'm hoping he doesn't spot it. I'm just glad we're okay--with the exception of the front of our car, which is in for some major repairs, and poor little Bambi.