I'm still waiting for summer to start--well it starts then goes back to blah, then teases us again. Meanwhile the rest of the country is suffering in a heat wave so I suppose I shouldn't complain. Mike is busy trying to finish up the house and I'm busy with work and a certain mischief maker.
Collin at three is busy, busy. He talks like a real person now which is pretty cool. Of course conversations don't always make sense. Time isn't really linear when you're three so a conversation about school can turn into, "I played with Spencer. We went on the airplane. I saw Nona and Papa."
His long lush curls are gone sadly because I tried to trim his hair. And trimmed a little more. And a little more. And pretty soon he looked ridiculous so I took him in to the salon and voila instant summer look. I miss the curls but it does mature him and it's easier to manage.
As for the mischief part...The other day I was upstairs getting ready and Mike had just left for work. The door was dead-bolted and chained yet pretty soon I noticed the house was quiet. And then I had that burning feeling in my stomach and sure enough the door was wide open. I ran down the street where Collin was strolling with a football under his arm about to reach a busy street, nearly a block away.
After that heart attack Mike bought a lock ready to install high above the door, hopefully too high for Houdini to reach. I must say, I'm happy we have an independent and smart kiddo, but the fact that caution is not in his mindset at all scares the crap out of me. I don't even want to think about Collin at sixteen.
The mischief doesn't end there of course. Here's what happened when Collin got a hold of some toilet paper. Yes he doesn't have pants on.
