The Wild Man

Let me tell you that Peter has entered the crazy, wild boy stage lately and it's all I can do to keep up with the little man. Every time I turn around the kid is into something new and half the time I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Usually it's laughing, but not always.

First up -- Petey decided he needed a haircut the other day. Except he couldn't wait for me to do the honors, of course not. I got out of the shower a few days ago to discover that Peter had gotten out Trav's clippers, climbed on top of the sink and then proceeded to buzz a strip of hair right down the middle. *sigh* He now has a complete buzz cut.

This one actually happened a couple of weeks ago while my friend was keeping Pete so I could go get my license renewed (2 1/2 hours with an appointment - you have to love CA government processes). Peter fell and got a huge black eye at her house. It stayed for about a week and I had to explain to everyone that no, I don't beat my child.

For the next few days, anytime someone would ask him what happened he'd calmly say: "I fell and hurt mine eye at Dublin's house." That's my honest kid.

And here's a great one of the silly boy climbing on top of his car. Petey does this about once every day and I about had a heart-attack seeing him try to climb it on the cement. So I started trying to get him to push it onto the grass first. I figure a fall onto the grass would be a lot more manageable than a fall on cement would be. It's a compromise of sorts. Every time he does it now, he says: "we go on grass, so don't fall and smash mine head like a pancake." See, he's learning.

And of course, there is potty-training. We've been at it for a couple of weeks now and most of the time Petey is just so busy he always forgets to tell me he's got to go. So it's more of a training for me to remember to have him go regularly. Hopefully he'll figure it out on his own soon. Although I do love watching him run around in his little underwears.

I keep trying to figure it out where Petey comes up with all this crazy stuff, but then I come home to find his father doing something like this:

That's right. Trav bought a pair of police-grade handcuffs for added home security (don't ask) and has been  teaching himself to open them with just a bobby pin a la Jason Bourne. As of last night, he can get them off in about 2 minutes if his hands are in front. He says now he just needs to figure out how to do it while his hands are behind his back. I just want to know what crime Trav's planning that he's anticipating needing to know this skill in advance.

These are my boys.