Caleb at 22 months and stories...

He LOVES the vacuum. The only safe place for it is behind closed doors these days.  If it's parked behind the gate he simply opens the baby proof gate, retrieving it. If my bedroom door is left open he trots inside, unplugs the heater, plugs in the vacuum, unrolls the cord, pushes it into the living room and turns it on. That's fine and dandy unless you worry about the shock factor of plugging things in and the problem of running over the cord. Occasionally one of us will "help" him vacuum. Here is proof for a few years down the road when vacuuming isnt as much fun that he DID love it.

A day in the life of Caleb: Momma thinks she has a few minutes to sew while the kids are playing after getting back from Costco. Sewing machine gums up so momma comes out and Caleb comes to show momma what he has been up too.... Smashing 5 eggs on the counter, cupboard fronts, floor oh and did I mention the carpet? Then he finds his music box clear up out of his reach gets it down managing to drop it so it is now missing its second ear this week. Next, momma forgets and leaves her bedroom door open. Caleb goes in and gets the vacuum, plugs it in, and starts vacuuming the living room. Then Momma is feeding the older kids. Caleb helps himself to the shredded cheese. Did I say I am grateful for the dog? He's helped clean up the eggs and cheese. Lastly he found somebody's hot chocolate and spilled it on the newly mopped floor. What's a boy to do? Why lay down and slurp it up like a dog of course! Why did I ever tell Rick I wasn't sure what to do with my extra time lately???

Abby ( age 6) coming up excitedly to me pointing to a tooth in the back left side of her mouth, " Mommy! I found my sweet tooth!!!" ( She had been eating candy and I think it was stuck in her tooth.)