Gee, you'd think that juliana and smonster were sisters or something.

How do toddlers survive to adulthood????

I've watched both Emeline and my beautiful little nephew go running by/near things (or stand on top of things/do things) that have made me wonder the same, AND wonder how their parents don't die of a heart attack every five minutes.

Oh, Cashmere..

OWEN CUT THAT OUT RIGHT NOW. SANTA CAN SLIP DOWN THE CHIMNEY AND TAKE STUFF BACK.

AND wonder how their parents don't die of a heart attack every five minutes.

You should have heard me yell when I rounded the corner to throw the diaper away. I may have shattered some windows next door.

AND wonder how their parents don't die of a heart attack every five minutes.

It's a medical mystery, I tell ya.

I am looking forward to hearing how Joe handles Emeline at his mom's house Monday after next. It will just be him - I'll be elsewhere for the day. We jokingly call her house "Toddler Death Trap". She has a lot of slate in the house and some with exposed edges. And she lives in a split level, so stairs freaking everywhere that ALL end on the slate. And no toddlerproofing, so she gets into EVERYTHING.

Muahahaha.

Oh dear, Owen sounds like Isaac in about a year. It's gonna get ugly, isn't it? But on the plus side, we now have a white picket containment device in the front, so at least the little bugger can no longer run into the street.

Now all my counter top appliances have to stay unplugged (besides this there was the great Stitch in the Microwave Incident of Aught Six).

Are the outlets also child-proofed? Because if not, the cords may get plugged in as part of another toddler experiment.

We jokingly call her house "Toddler Death Trap".

Oh, yeah. That's a funny joke for that house. Ha ha. Ha.

Please wrap Emeline in bubble wrap before you go over there. The kind with the big bubbles. And, like, three or four layers.

Burrell just reminded me of the only time I've really almost had a heart attack with Em.

She ran into the street the other day when I picked her up from daycare. Usually she stops right by the van door, but for what ever reason, she decided the street was the place to go.

Freaked me right out.

Please wrap Emeline in bubble wrap before you go over there. The kind with the big bubbles. And, like, three or four layers.

In theory - good idea. In practice, Dustin will spend the day popping the bubbles.