First time in the pool this summer. He was a total maniac and loved it, of course. Sooki bit the tube and wrecked the pool, of course. Ah well…

My darling little George. Mr. Adventure, covered in scrapes and scratches, climbs all the way up the chain link fence. Says Thank you and You’re Welcome, but hasn’t got the hang of Please. Loves to feed the dog and cat and fill the bird feeder. Loves to get in the bath, but wants to get out after 5 minutes. No interest at all in books or quiet activities. If it isn’t loud, it had better be messy.

This little knob is getting into lots of trouble today. He will find anything he can to climb up and get stuff he shouldn’t have. This morning, I found him hiding under the table with some Infant Motrin and he had gotten the child safety cap OFF. He was dipping the syringe dispenser into it and licking it. There was very little in the bottle to begin with, but geez! Some safety cap. Yesterday he climbed up to the kitchen counter and got my carmex so he could rub it all over his face. He’s killing me.

Well, I made it through my first whole day without Brian around. He’s been unemployed/working from home for most of the last six months and as of today, he is back to work full-time. Very good thing, but it was nice having him around. I don’t often get tired of him.

In order to get some stuff done around the house, I let Georgie do some dishes for me. It took three towels to soak up the mess, but does he ever love it. The kid seems to love water more than anything, he still wanted to take a bath tonight.

Other than the school bus being over an hour late this morning and me having no car so driving him was not an option and having to tolerate all the insanity of a bunch of boys at the bus stop that long and trying to make dinner tonight with a super-crabby toddler who missed his nap due to the afternoon walk to the bus stop, I guess it was okay. I’ll get used to it. I’ll live.

Unlike Harry, who was the world’s biggest ham as a baby, I can’t for the life of me get George to smile for the camera. The only way to get a shot like this is for me to hold the camera out to the side, away from my face and snap away, hoping to catch something good. It’s better than all the running away and ducking shots I have been getting.

We recently took both Steven and George to the lab for routine bloodwork. AZ requires a lead level be taken for one-year olds and I honestly didn’t really check into what was involved. I was pretty surprised when she pulled out the butterfly and prepped him for  an IV draw. I was so glad that I had Brian with me because when it comes to my kids and illness and medical intervention, I am a total wimp. I can be stoic about a LOT of things, but the hurtin’ of the babies isn’t one of them. (the staff at the pediatrician’s office where Harry had his circ done looked like they wanted to escort me off the premises. they actually offered me “something” to calm me down.)

Even with nervous nelly right there, George was a total champ, not a tear was shed, he held totally still. All he did was look at the nurse like, “hey, that ain’t right.”

I said, “Whose alien baby ARE you?”

Georgie loves to do grown-up stuff now. He is so happy if he gets to help do the dishes or laundry or help Daddy with tools. He likes to pretend to pour from the teapot and he was so into it, he didn’t even notice his reflection.

George just LOVES taking baths. He would take more than one a day if we would let him. No fear of water or hair-washing. He doesn’t seem all that thrilled once he’s in there, but he keeps coming back. After he’s done, he walks around with his hooded towel on like a little king. Our only problem is that he seems slightly allergic to the new baby wash we have. Back to the good old Johnson’s I guess.

I think I jinxed myself with my last post because yesterday, Georgie managed to take the coffemate to the next level. He very quickly and quietly got a brand new bottle out of the fridge, took it into the living room, and spilled a giant puddle of it in the middle of the carpeting. Now I am not a big fan of carpeting in the first place, but the carpet and padding soaked up a TON of that sticky white goo. I spent the next hour going over and over the spot with the carpet cleaner when a few towels would have picked it right up off of a tile or wood floor.

Why does anyone put carpeting in at all anymore? Particularly if they are going to rent out the home? It looks like hell, picks up everything off of shoes and is impossible to keep clean. We’ve already cleaned the carpet TWICE in four months and that’s with a no shoes and no food rule.

As for George, he is now fenced off from the kitchen. Between his refrigerator exploits and trying to kill himself on the table and chairs, there was no other option.

This boy is into EVERYTHING and I mean, EVERYTHING. We had a strap on the fridge, but it has worn off and Brian found the dude drinking the Coffeemate the other day. Since then he’s discovered Hershey’s Syrup, so he’s off Coffemate for now.