So I just watched Marley and Me yesterday so much of it reminded us of our lives but not with a dog with Carter. Each day his arms grow long enough to pull something else off a counter, a shelf, or out of a drawer. He's very very sneaky. We just moved to a new home this past weekend and our new house doesn't have a shower door, this morning I turned on the shower to let it heat up and ran into the kitchen for something when I came back I found Carter fully dressed enjoying the rain drops. In half an hour Carter had taken a fully clothed shower, emptied by bag of single socks and mismatched items to throw away, tried my bra on his head, walked through the house leaving a trail of milk drops on the tile, and managed to escape somewhere with my round brush all while Michael is trying to lock him in the toy room and I'm trying to get ready for work. Gotta love those adventerous kids. Why I can't get mad at him . . . he can turn the water on in our tub now so I went over to him and shook my finger at him and said "no no" I know he completely understood because he took his little pointer finger and touched it to mine (ET phone home) and turned around and turned it on again. I had to turn my head and laugh, maybe one day he'll understand I'm serious ;)
