I think that everyone knows how much my handsome hubby loves the mountains! He would spend every weekend there if he could.
But I also have another lil’ mountain man in my household. Ever since he learned how to walk Hummus has been a climber. He climbs out of his crib. even with the restraints, nets and covers I have employed, and then he climbs all over the place in our house and wherever we go. I honestly don’t know what I am going to do with that rascal!
This morning I was chatting with Karen on the phone and I heard some noises in our foyer. I ran in, and who did I find standing on my settee? Hummus, who I thought was still in his crib, quietly entertaining himself.
I ran upstairs to see how he had gotten out of his crib (he is apparently a whiz with knots) and when I got downstairs he was on the kitchen table, which is quite high!
We went to the gym without incident, but left a little early today to go to a sample sale. Krystyn and I were madly gathering up fantastic designer bargains to try on when this very officious man tapped my shoulder, said, “Madam.” and pointed up. Balancing there, far above our heads, on what appeared to be a wire, was Hummus. When I had checked on him only a few minutes before (ok, it may have been a lil’ over an hour, but we were at a SAMPLE SALE, hello?) he was sleeping quietly in his stroller with bungy cords strapped all over him to keep him in place ( the cords were hidden under a blanket because people can be so judgy). I let that man know that I thought his sample sale was very dangerous for small children and he should be more cautious, but he escorted me out! Outrageous!
I didn’t get any cute clothes because they wouldn’t even let me try one single thing on or purchase anything on my way out.
I got home, put Hummus down for his nap and started to cry about the green silk pants I had been holding at the sample sale and when I looked up there was Hummus again. This time he was balancing on a pile of books on the coffee table.
I gave up and gave him some of Merlin’s toys to play with since he breaks all of his own, while I caught up on some PBS and supervised the housekeeper.
I had my book group over for dinner tonight so I had sent the children up to bed early (dressed for the morning since Röbert will not be around to supervise them) and when I came out of the kitchen, what lil’ scamp do you think I found on the dining room table? You guessed it.
Finally, I was trying to enjoy myself at the end of the evening with a Lifetime Movie (Wuthering High, so emotionally compelling) when I saw my lil’ sherpa on the mantle. What can I do?
Do they make straightjackets in baby sizes? Just kidding. But I wonder if they do. Now I am curious and might have to google it. Does anyone know?