The only way I could keep Baby Tad contained this morning was to put him in his little wagon. Perhaps I’ve forgotten what the girls were like at this age, but I am seriously worn out from chasing the little guy around the house, trying to keep him from hurting himself.

His favorite hangouts are under the computer desk where he can chew on electrical cords of all shapes and sizes and in the corner of the kitchen where he can dine on little bugs that have escaped the constant sweeping and mopping I seem to be doing (mostly because Vivi’s potty training has been derailed in a big way).

Right now, he’s up in his crib, awake after a very brief nap, vocalizing his loneliness; but I don’t have my wits about me enough to go get him and start the rat race again.

~~~DEEP BREATH~~~

Ok. Ok.  Here I come little buddy . . .