We had a lamp in his room, which he has never bothered. He's two and afraid of the dark, so we thought we would be great parents and put a nice lamp with a dimmer in there for him. Boy were we wrong. I walked up stairs to get him after his nap and noticed an electrical smoke smell upstairs. I quickly looked through all the rooms but dismissed it as our dishwasher (yes, the auto dry smells that bad). I opened his door and smoke billowed out. I quickly saw that he had stuffed wet wipes, his old night light, bits of the port a crib and baby booties down his lamp, which were black and charred. I quickly unplugged the lamp, made sure nothing else was on fire and checked him to make sure he was not burned. He was perfectly fine, thank God. After taking a few breaths, I calmly asked him why on earth had he caught his lamp on fire? His reply? He was pretending to roast marshmallows.
I never thought I would be the mother to buy a video baby monitor but I have joined their ranks. Did I mention he can also unscrew his furniture with his bare hands? Sigh.
Then there is this one. She is normally a joyful, content baby, but there is this side of Alice as well. Having an older brother like Luke hardens you at a very early age, I suppose. After she started walking on Easter Sunday, Alice decided that she wanted to take up climbing next. I do my best to keep an eye on her every second of every day, but the child if FAST! At Panara Bread the other day, I turned around to find her scaling the stack of high chairs.
Well, at least we are not board around here. Most of the time however, she toddles around with her hands in the air going "ya ya ya ya!" Sweet baby girl. "We didn't start the fire No we didn't light it But we tried to fight it" I think Billy Joel had a premonition about my family.
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