This kid. My Number Three. My Little One. "That Guy" as Austin calls him. My, oh my, how he keeps me on my toes...
* Learned to open the bathroom door...grabbed the conditioner...and well, you can see what happened next. (And tonight I ran out and purchased door knob covers so he can't open doors any longer.)
* Just wanting to see the view of the room from on top of the table?
* Trying to get a taste of the cookie dough. (And, yes, I did grab my phone to take a picture
before helping him off the rolling and completely unsafe car he was standing on... Luckily, he climbed down on his own.)
* Trying to get his diaper off, while keeping his jammies on.
* And, now, who needs jammies?! (In fact, we've resorted to putting his zip-up jammies on backwards at night because too many mornings I found him totally naked, with a wet potty spot on the floor. Yes, he stripped his clothes off and peed outside of his bed. Oh. Boy.)
* Mommies lipstick? Sure, I'll just see what happens...
And these are just the moments when I quickly grab my phone before rescuing, grabbing, catching, or just staring with my jaw dropped. I never know what I will find when I hear big brother call out, "Mom! You may need to see this!" Or "Mom! Grayson is Mr. Mischief again!" Or even Grayson himself, "Uh oh, Mama." This boy. Good thing he is cuddly and cute and still wants to be held the majority of the time.
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