I am so SCATTERED! My mind is ALL OVER THE PLACE. My mental to-do list is about 5 seconds: if I don't write something down immediately, it's GONE FOREVER.
I blame Henry. I can't believe the changes around here. Elizabeth, observing Henry for a few minutes this morning, exclaimed, "Isn't he a bad baby!" Er, not that I'd say so. But when a child keeps trying to climb INTO and OUT OF his high chair; when a child can open baby gates; when a child can climb out of a play yard; when a child drags chairs so he can get to high places; when a child takes flying leaps toward unsuspecting parents; when a child CLIMBS A LAMP, FOR THE LOVE OF TARGET, things are getting kind of DIFFICULT.
I don't think any of my previous children were this, um, ADEPT, or perhaps they WERE and I just didn't write it down before the 5 seconds were up so I've forgotten. We never needed doorknob protectors before. No one ever opened a baby gate without being specifically taught to do so. No one stood on the sill of the bay window and took a flying leap toward me as I sat reading on the not-so-very-nearby recliner, alerted to the situation only by the sound of an older child saying, "No, Henry, don't jump!"
Well. So. Where was I? It's been more than 5 seconds since I started this post, so I'm sitting here looking confused and wondering what my original intent was before I started talking about how Henry will be lucky to have all his teeth and limbs as an adult, and so will I.
Oh, yes, I remember: I DID write it down, but then forgot I'd done so. Here it is. I was going to whine about how I had to cancel a get-together with a friend today because the weather promised one thing and delivered another, so now I'm sulky and at loose ends, wondering if I should eat ALL the leftover cake or just SOME of it.
But was that really all I was going to say? I can't remember. ....AAAAAA, don't jump, don't jump! *twitch twitch*
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