Scary Living

Some scary and not-so-scary events are happening over here at Harrison Mansion.


Scary: Destruction

I swear I didn't do it

If you cannot tell what is happening here, Harrison ripped a flip-photo off of his favorite book. This is especially funny to me, because my mom and I just had the conversation that when my sister, brother, and I were babies, she had to purchase a new book for each baby because of the destruction of the one before. On this issue, I'm just gonna keep telling myself that at least he likes books.

Scarier: Breaking into things

The other morning, I looked away for maybe 10 seconds, and found this lovely scene:

Now how do I get this into my mouth?

He found his canister of snacks, somehow managed to get it open, spilled them everywhere, and went to town. I guess I wasn't too mad, since this kept him occupied longer than any of his toys will, and I was able to drink my coffee for a magical 15 uninterrupted minutes. I also was not concerned about him eating off of the carpet. Why? Because I'm that great of a mother, that's why.

Scariest: Pulling up.

Hot damn. I thought I would be excited for Harrison to reach this stage of development, and I kind of am, I guess... but it is terrifying! I run into the kitchen for a snack, and come back to find the baby that I left in the middle of the living room floor, staring at me from a standing position next to the couch. WHAT?? Remember when you couldn't even lift your own head up, Harrison?

It also resulted in about 5 falls and bumped heads yesterday, and one already today, so this stage is proving to be really fun.

Not Scary: Expression of emotions

As seen in the swimming ordeal, Harrison maintained a strict poker face throughout all of the activities that other babies thoroughly enjoyed. That's just like him to be the most uncooperative baby of all the babies. However, after three days of forcing him to go swinging and determination that I would get a smile out of him, it has happened.

THE CUTEST

My takeaway from this post is that most of the occurrences in my life are scary. Like the past three days of thunderstorms. I am so freaking terrified of lightning. Never knowing where or when it will strike. How is one supposed to live with that?

In the most random ending to a post, do you enjoy thunderstorms?