aunt debbie was the first (of many) to warn me about my husband as a boy... and the fact that i would probably have a son who might make me wonder if he would live to serve a mission.
we just installed a backwards door knob (euphemism) for obvious reasons. last night macrae was all locked in nicely and going to sleep. after an hour i heard some noise and went in to find him sitting on the window sill behind the blinds with just legs sticking out ontop of the changing table. i put him back in bed. shortly thereafter i heard some noise and went into the room to find a broken drawer hanging from the changing table (being used as a step ladder, no doubt). so again, i put him back in bed. a few minutes later i heard some more noise and found another broken drawer. at this point there's only one drawer left to break. sure, brandon is a master at fixing everything but let's get real...i wasn't going to let him break that one too. so i moved the whole table into the hall. within 10 minutes i heard noise again and found he had dragged his matress over to the window to use as a step...he just HAD to reach those blinds?? maybe he was planning an escape out the window. whatever. i might have been angry but i wasn't. this is just the boy i am raising.

tonight after he and isla had bathed, the water was draining out of the tub when i heard a little splash and found this...yep, he's fully clothed in his pajamas and a new diaper. and yes, that is the shower curtain on the GROUND.