Wow, I feel like I can hardly call this guy "baby" anymore.
He's a real kid now.
And he is busy!!!
For example, Brittany and I were getting ready to take some pictures. While she was curling my hair, Dalton climbed up on the bed, started jumping, and them somersaulted off the bed and landed on his back.
Later that night, I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed and Nate was starting the bath for the kids. Dalton climbed up on the bed, started walking around, and fell off and hit his head on the nightstand. He hit the corner of the nightstand and split his head open. It was bleeding everywhere. We finally got it to stop bleeding and we tried putting him to bed. He cried so hard that his head started bleeding again. So, the little stinker got to sleep in my bed that night because I was worried about him.
Last week, he found a bar of soap that the kids had broken into pieces. I saw him playing with the soap and started walking towards him. He knew that I was going to take it away, so he put it in his mouth and swallowed it really quickly. All day his breath smelled like soap. I thought about calling poison control, but my Grandma said that bath soap isn't that bad, it's dishwasher detergent that has all the chemicals in it.
Before that, he got into Nate's bathroom cupboard and was holding the bottle of mouthwash. I didn't think he could do anything with it because it has a childproof lid. I went out of the room to help the other boys, and when I came back to check on Dalton, he was splashing in a puddle of mouthwash. He had poured out the entire bottle on himself. I was worried that he might have drank some, so I smelled his breath. Yep, minty. I didn't know if I should call poison control or not because I would have said "my baby may or may not have drank mouthwash and if he did, I don't know how much..." Instead, I just kept an eye on him.
The boys have all been really into gum lately.
Bridger likes to throw his away in the bathroom trash can.
One day Dalton came out of the bathroom smacking on something.
I went to get it out and see what he had, but he clamped down his teeth so I couldn't.
Finally I got it out...GUM.
Already been chewed gum!
While we were grossing out about it, he walked back into the bathroom and was smacking again. He had another piece of gum!!!
After fighting him over the second piece of gum, I made Nate take out all of the trashes.
How can someone so small get into so much trouble!
