Busy B

Brayden keeps me on my toes. He is at that age and is into everything. You name it. I spend a good chunk of my day cleaning up after him. As I clean up one mess, he moves on and makes another one. I cannot keep up. In the past week, I've caught him eating out of our compost bin (which is in a closed container in a child-proof lock under our kitchen sink), moving garbage from our trash bin into the recycle bin, pulling toilet paper off the roll and ripping it into teeny tiny pieces, eating crayons, pulling books off the bookshelf, opening dresser drawers and yanking every article of clothing out, grabbing remotes and phones off the kitchen table, smashing food into crumbs, and opening the door from our house into the garage and making a run for it. He also propelled himself out of a crib while we were in California two weeks ago. Last Friday, he opened the gate at the top of our staircase and fell down the entire flight of stairs onto our hardwood floors. I heard the thud, then the cry, and raced downstairs to save my little guy. I picked him up and started snuggling/rocking him. In the past, Brayden would lay his head on my shoulder after such a traumatic event. That day, he immediately started pushing against me, begging that I put him down so he could keep moving.


Needless to say, I do not get much done during his waking hours. I literally cannot take my eyes off of him.


My busy B... I love him to pieces but am excited for this phase to end.