I spent a lot of time with my daughter this weekend, which was great. I also realized she is now getting into absolutely everything out of pure curiosity. One book my buddy Rich gave me mentioned that I should get down on all fours and crawl around to check the babyproof level of my house. The problem is that I am too old and fat to crawl anywhere except the middle of the living room floor. Looks good here, in the wide open part! All clear!
I turned my back to grab a glass of water for five seconds and she stood up near the tub and knocked a container of soap over. So I picked her up and asked if she would help me feed the cat, who usually and smartly is about seven feet in front my daughter at all times. Our cat has Spider Sense like radar ever since a very excited petting turned into a very excited rip the hair off the cat’s back. She looked at me and touched the smelly wet cat food. “No, don’t touch it.” She looked at me again, smiled and slammed her entire hand into the can of food. For those that don’t know cat food, it smells like a fish market at high noon in July. That was a nice cleanup.
The way this is going, I’m expecting the neighbors to call the house this week. “Yes, Mr. Coen? Your 9 month old toilet papered our house and stuck a homemade explosive in our mailbox.” “I’m sorry, she must have learned it from her mother, we’ll make sure she takes care of it.”