Angie found Trot standing on the kitchen table today: tying all the chair legs together in an attempt to keep him from climbing in them worked like a charm: it was the high chair that she never even thought about that helped him out.
Night ended with Angie putting Rakes to bed and him screaming gibberish for the next 15 minutes. I finally realized this is what he was yelling: "ME NEED A DIAPER ON SO ME NOT PEE IN MY BED!". Guess who forgot to put his diaper on after bath time?
Somehow, my wife deals with things like this all day: on the weekends, I'm a bundle of nerves, usually ending the night by rocking back and forth like Francona in the ninth inning of a one run game. Stay at home Mom's, and all Mom's, deserve to have a coin minted after them.
Red Sox vs. the Rockies for three games starting tomorrow, then Bonds and the Giants come in for the weekend. I think that is one of the reason's I love baseball so much: you know who is coming and when they are getting here.
On the flip side, I also think that's why I love my children as much as I do: you have absolutely NO IDEA what is waiting for you around the corner.
Here's to a sweep of the Rockies and Giants and no tumbles off the table from Trot.
That's not asking for much, is it?