Thursday, January 6, 2011

"NO! NO! NO!"

That has become the mantra in our house.  From Scott down to Gracie and it is all directed at one person, my sweet baby Caleb.  This week has been a very trying one for Scott and me.  Our sweet baby Caleb is out of control when it comes to getting into things.  I literally cannot sit down clean, do laundry, take a shower, cook dinner or anything else that needs to be done unless he is taking a nap.  I have to admit there have been times that I have just wanted to grab him and shake him and say, "Why are you doing this?"  (Not shake him in a shaken baby syndrome way-don't call CPS on me!!)

I thought I would document what 5 minutes with Caleb is like.  All of these pictures were taken in succession with maybe 5-10 seconds in between.

He is obsessed with my computer and if I walk away for one second he makes a bee line for it.

Tonight he learned how to turn on the dishwasher.  He started it, and I stopped it, at least 10 times.

Back to the computer . . .

Yes, the chairs are still turned on their sides.

and again.

Last week I was reading Clover Lane and she posted this:

An Erma Bombeck Column:A young mother writes: "I know you've written before about the empty-nest syndrome -- that lonely period after the children are grown and gone. Right now, I'm up to my eyeballs in laundry and muddy boots. The baby is teething; the boys are fighting. My husband just called and said to eat without him, and I fell off my diet. Lay it on me again, will you?"

One of these days, you'll shout, "Why don't you kids grow up and act your age!"
And they will.

Or, "You guys get outside and find yourselves something to do ... and don't slam the door!"
And they won't.

You'll straighten up the boys' bedroom neat and tidy -- bumper stickers discarded, bedspread tucked and smooth, toys displayed on the shelves. Hangers in the closet. Animals caged. And you'll say out loud, "Now I want it to stay this way."
And it will.

You'll prepare a perfect dinner with a salad that hasn't been picked to death and a cake with no finger traces in the icing, and you'll say, "Now, there's a meal for company."
And you'll eat it alone.

You'll say: "I want complete privacy on the phone. No dancing around. No demolition crews. Silence! Do you hear?"
And you'll have it.
No more plastic tablecloths stained with spaghetti.
No more bedspreads to protect the sofa from damp bottoms.
No more gates to stumble over at the top of the basement steps.
No more clothespins under the sofa.
No more playpens to arrange a room around.

No more anxious nights under a vaporizer tent.
No more sand on the sheets or Popeye movies in the bathrooms.
No more iron-on patches, wet, knotted shoestrings, tight boots, or rubber bands for ponytails.

Imagine. A lipstick with a point on it. No baby sitter for New Year's Eve. Washing only once a week. Seeing a steak that isn't ground. Having your teeth cleaned without a baby on your lap.
No PTA meetings.
No car pools.
No blaring radios.
No one washing her hair at 11 o'clock at night.
Having your own roll of Scotch tape.

Think about it. No more Christmas presents out of toothpicks and library paste.
No more sloppy oatmeal kisses.
No more tooth fairy.
No giggles in the dark.
No knees to heal, no responsibility.

Only a voice crying, "Why don't you grow up?"
and the silence echoing, "I did."

So I am going to try my hardest to soak all of these moments up.  Frustrating as they are, I know one day I will miss them.


  1. Oh wow! Something to look forward to. Also, I wanted to let you know since I just found you and love your blog, I gave you a blog award I just got from someone. You can go here to see what to do! Don't know if you do the awards or not, but I thought it was fun. :)

  2. HAHAHAHA I can totally relate. Great captures!