Boy oh Boy

Never a dull moment in our household, what with this one year old around.

Today, Andrew knocked over the trash can this morning and rifled through the trash before I found him, unashamed, and eating crumbs and other things he found in the mess. After that, he knocked over the lamp in our family room, which fell on top of him. Later this afternoon, he crawled onto the porch and tried unsuccessfully to catch an ant in his tiny pincer grasp as it ran in its uncoordinated way on the bricks on our front porch. Apparently he hadn't gotten his fill of bugs because later this evening, he tried again to catch a bug, this time a spider, that was in our laundry room. He almost got it too, and I'm glad he didn't, because I fear it would have gone down the hatch. I allow him to eat a lot of things, but gumming a live spider in his mouth was too much for me to condone. Sheesh, he's ringing in his first year with messes and bugs. Just you wait, in another couple years, he's going to be the boy who eats mud and has a frog in his pocket.