We're in Trouble

Remember how a few weeks ago I commented that "here comes trouble" was now a good slogan for Nicholas? Well, we seem to turn to each other and say "we're in trouble" multiple times a day now.

I'm trying to think of specific examples and drawing a blank.

Here's one. On our drive back from Rochester (which was rainy and painful, by the way) Joe got fries with his lunch. Nicholas asked for one (well, in Nicholas-ese, which consisted of reaching for them while saying "nummy nummy"), which Joe complied with, and Nicholas promptly reached over to Joe's plate and dipped his fry in the ketchup before eating it. No fuss, no awkwardness, nothing. It was as though the baby had been replaced by a 4-year old who had been dipping french fries for years. I know this doesn't sound impressive, but he had never done this before, we had never taught him this, and he did it with perfect and deliberate technique. He carefully and easily moved the fry from his left hand to his right, shifted his fingers to the top of the fry to make room, dipped it perfectly, and then put it right in his mouth and reached for another one. All matter of factly. And we looked at each other with our jaws on the table. We need to start being really careful what we do because the boy is obviously watching.

He also suddenly climbs on everything. And yet does not yet understand the concept of falling off. Yes, trouble. We were on a walk yesterday evening and had to walk past the park because I vetoed the other route due to a large stray dog. Of course we then had to stop at the park because Nicholas insisted. As usual he went straight to the swings, but after about 5 minutes he wanted out and walked over to the play structure and promptly started climbing up it. Serious trouble.

There are countless more examples I'm sure, but for now I am off to bed because I'll need all the rest I can get before Mr. Trouble and I attempt a day of fun outings tomorrow.