Jan 13, 2010
Addicted to Trouble
Ever since Tucker could crawl; he's been trying to crawl himself right into trouble. You'd think with five other people in the house, he'd have a plethora of folks to choose to crawl too. Nope, he went right past them all and straight to the door. I'm not sure where he was going or what he was going to do when he got there; maybe he was telling us all in his own baby way that we were all crazy and he wanted no part of this family. As he grows, so does his love for danger. He still heads straight to the door and God bless us all if it's been left unlocked. He's out in a flash, no matter the weather nor his state of dress.
When we unload the dishwasher, the very first thing he goes for are the sharp knives.
There are no counters too high to be climbed, nor doors too bolted to be wheedled through.
You can imagine his delight when he finds the baby lock askew on the cleaning cabinet.
He knows how to open the oven and even holds the back of his hand to the door to feel for heat. NOT HOT!
I've found him in both the washer and the dryer.
He attempts to climb the shelves in the refrigerator like he's scaling his own personal Everest.
So consider this your fair warning world, because one day I'll have to turn him loose on you and I'm afraid it won't be pretty my friends. Not pretty at all.