Sleeping In

While it can be fantastic, it also has terrible consequences.

For a change, I didn’t wake up randomly at 5:30am, but got to sleep until a lovely and late 9:30, I was almost giddy when I looked over at the alarm clock, and then I heard the not so lovely sound of spankings being dished out.

Moments later, the Punk runs in hollering about how Button took some cream, and my smokes, and was in the garage making a mess on the car, and that daddy said I have to get up and go help him.

We’ve had problems since day one with Button’s climbing abilities. There is no obstacle he cannot overcome. I mean that quite literally. When he was 7 months old, he managed to climb up onto a shelf a good 3 feet off the ground because he saw something shiny and wanted to taste it.

By the age of one he could climb up onto the top of my corner desk’s hutch, and there were several occasions where I came back from going to the bathroom to find him up there dancing, or poking through my “geek toys” (you know, little figurines, a voice activated purple Shoyru, some wood puzzles, Legos, those kinds of things).

At one and a half, he figured out how to get into the fridge and cupboards, and that’s been a never ending disaster. Two seconds alone in the kitchen and he’ll manage to “cook up” something tasty with the complete contents of a few spice jars, some eggs (shell and all), a slice of pizza or two, perhaps some bread.

Baby gates stopped being a barrier as soon as he learned to walk. When he was smaller, he used to bulldoze them down. He’d start running at one end of a room, and just plow into the gate as hard as he could and knock it out of the doorway. Now he just climbs them.

The only bright side here is that he hasn’t yet figured out how to open properly closed doors. I doubt it’ll be that way for much longer, but at least for now we can keep him out of the bathroom and the pantry, that is unless the Punk opens the door for him which he does quite often.

So how to get him to stop doing this? I honestly don’t know. Even the Punk hasn’t grown out of getting into everything yet, though he doesn’t do it nearly so often anymore, likely because he knows now where everything is, and what everything is, so theres no mystery to it. We’ve tried everything from spankings to explaining why its not good for him to waste spices and eggs and such, but either he just doesn’t understand, or he just doesn’t care. Neither would surprise me too much.