L forgot his password. However will he read all your Tweets?

Little did we know our 8 month old would develop only two modes: sleeping, and 11,000 RPM. My evenings after work are spent watching L throw himself all over the couch cushions, emitting high pitched squeals, cackles and giggles. He gets into everything, speedcrawling from one naughty destination to the next. Nothing at all is safe.

Last night we deposited him over by our second couch, and faster than E could tell me to pass the corn, he was at her plate grabbing the end of her cooked steak with both hands.

On attempts at banishment to either his ExerSaucer or his Jumperoo, he’s learned to immediately kick his legs in opposite and random directions to avoid any possibility of being deposited into the seat.

When all else fails, he starts violently shaking his head, “no”.

I had a small epiphany last night while watching him fixate on his pirate ship, turning the steering wheel to eject the plank that all enemy pirates walk at the end of their lives.

Naughty dogs who chew couches and such, should have their activity level increased to stimulate them and wear them out, so they don’t chew couches and such. They need to be walked, run, or played with.

Naughty babies whose minds are constantly churning with new and inventive ways to unwittingly create minor disasters, need their daddy-after-work activity time increased to keep them interacting and stimulated. This satisfies the futzing cells in their brain, and reduces the naughty activity.

Yes, I did actually just compare our son to a dog, and yes, I bet my wife knew this before he was even born. This is probably why she plays with him day in and day out, to exercise his mind and reduce the likelihood of him creating a worldwide crime syndicate consisting of everyone in his crib from Freddy the blanket-bottomed frog to Ralphy the pacifier-headed monkey.