house rules

Well, I'm still, for all practical purposes, immobile.  I have no idea what I've done to my neck and back, but I think I shall be visiting the doctor tomorrow to find out.  Today, I've spent almost the entire day in the bed.  Now that I am  utterly and completely bored with that, I have creeped over to the computer.   Ken is still doing full time dad duty today, popping in occasionally to check on me or bring me the baby to nurse.  He's a good one, let me tell ya.

I know how busy it can be taking care of our little ones.  I wouldn't trade them for the world, but things can get crazy from time to time.  Especially with our firstborn son.  I don't know if it's just his age or the fact that we're newbies to raising boys or maybe a combination.  But, he has an amazing propensity for getting into things...lots of things.   It's not really that he's overtly disobedient.  It's more that he tends to occupy himself with things that I've never thought to set off limits.

For example, when I came down stairs earlier this week after putting Nathan to bed, I was greeted with this....

And on closer examination, I find this...

So now I know.  I do need to say, "Don't play with your trucks in the Ovaltine."  I just never thought to say it before.  I never knew it was necessary.  Come to find out, with a 3 year old, it is necessary.  Very much so.

I suppose I should probably also discuss the importance of not climbing inside the fridge...

  Some things just can't be left unsaid.