Some days, when all is quiet, it is because the baby fell asleep.
On most days, he never leaves my sight. Usually, he likes to play where I am.
If I’m in the kitchen doing dishes, he’s re-organizing the food pantry for the hundredth time. Every few minutes he brings a McCormick chili starter packet or bag of dried beans saying, “peas? peas mama?”
Danny has actually taken to opening the dried bag of beans and feeding them to Wiley – he eats them and comes back for more – what ever floats your boat kid.
This morning, after breakfast, I was in the kitchen cleaning up and Danny called from our room, “Katie, you might want to come and see Wiley.”
Usually when Danny calls me over to see what Wiley is doing, it is something cute and he wants me to revel in all our son’s cuteness.
I walked into my bedroom to see Dan holding a crayon, “Wiley had this.” (I had no idea where the crayon came from…) Dan pointing to the wall, “and he did this.”
I did the Mom Act, “Wiley, we don’t draw on walls, we draw on paper,” in my stern voice, I pulled up a box and gave the crayon back to Wiley.
Dan and I both watched him for several minutes to encourage proper use of the crayon. I wasn’t going to let him alone with a coloring utensil knowingly.
After several minutes of coloring, he got bored and put the crayon down…that’s when I swiped it and put it in a very safe place.
I’m sure that wont be the last of his tagging.