I'm finally nesting. Leave it to me to procrastinate nesting, which I should have done a year ago... BEFORE Chase was born! But now that he's crawling around I'm freaking out about our incredibly messy house and starting to go nuts cleaning stuff out and everything. I just don't need to turn around one day to find Chase has swallowed a lost tube sock or something. So this weekend I got brave and looked under the bed to see what fun things Chase could find there. Let's see... A pack of gum, underwear, a couple cat toys and a slurpee cup top. All of which were Brian's, I might add. Well, except the cat toys.
But seriously.... Anything Chase can't have, he wants. Everyone told me this but now that I've seen it with my own eyes I feel like I can pass it along as advice: When you have kids, don't buy toys. They will want to play with the stapler instead. The photo above illustrates my point. Aunt Jen's credit card was the ONLY thing that would get him to quiet down while we were all out to eat in St. Louis a couple months ago.
Chase's new favorite toy is a prescription pill bottle. He found it from when I had the flu this summer and it was apparently a really fun rattle. So I cleaned it out and filled it with Cheerios just in case he was a super genius and figured out how to open the childproof cap. It wasn't until we went out to Taco Bell yesterday and everyone was staring at us funny that I looked at my son, the bottle shoved in his mouth, and thought, "This probably looks really bad...."