Oh, Boy

I'm a bad blogger. Yes, I know. And because there's far too much substance and depth to the things in my brain, i bring forth a true tale today as related to me by my sister-in-law, LeeAnn. She is known in the fam as Aunt Nize, shortened from her childhood nickname of Futon Nizey. Don't ask me...these people i married into are some strange, strange folks, indeed. It seems my son took on a good bit of the genes. Let the tale commence:

As my dear sweet offspring was to be attempting sleep yesterday afternoon, Aunt Nize had already been in to check on him to see what ruckus was abounding, as it was not sleep. He was playing with a mountain of toy cars that he'd taken with him to bed. She advised him that his cars needed to sleep also, and had taken them out of his crib and placed them in their own 'bed' so that they may get their own version of much needed car 'beauty rest'. That's important, you know. She rocked him, had him pretty much out, placed him gingerly back in to sleep and covered his little body, and he sprang back to life. Apparently covering him with the 'big, 'ol covers' wakes him up. So she left him alone to hopefully find sleep on his own.

As Nehem is alone in his bed, it is common to hear many entertaining sounds through the monitor in his room. Aunt Nize is well versed in the trappings of my two year old, and went about her business, keeping an ear out for any odd sounds. Many days you can hear interesting conversations, fine singing, and he also uses this time to perfect language and other things that he doesn't want to do in front of others. On this particular afternoon she began hearing, "thump, thud, bump." It appeared that he was throwing stuff out of his bed. That's all good and well, sometimes he thinks he's 'cleaning' his bed.

Suddenly, there came a decidedly electric "whirrrrrrrrrr," from the room. That would not be in the normal category, so upon investigation she discovered that my dear son had systematically pulled a vacuum cleaner that had been sitting by his crib around to the front, and thrown stuff out of his crib to trigger the power button that one usually pushes with his foot to trip. Yes. He did this all by himself. She came into the room and he was vacuuming the floor through his crib bars, and he said, "What is it?"

I know there is a reason he's still in a crib. I should thank God right now he has not learned to exit the crib. Yet.