Tuesday, June 1, 2010
So what? A picture of a door and a very Georgia O'Keeffe-esque painting (painted by my very talented sister, BTW). Well, its a picture of a new chain lock on my garage door. And there is another one on my front door. Am I afraid of intruders? No, I am sick of Jack escaping.
I spend a fair amount of time sitting on the couch feeding Baby Violet. Like for 30 minutes every 2 hours. During feeding time, Van gets into everything he shouldn't, like dish soap, the kitchen garbage, DVDs, the food processor blade attachments, baby wipes- the usual. While Van is busy, Jack likes to slippity-do-dah out the door to roam the neighborhood on his bike or scooter. The result is me having to pack up the babies in my car and go comb the neighborhood for my escapee. And having to do that really bakes my biscuits.
Remedy? I lock him in the house while I feed Violet. And so far, it's going quite well. And I know it is going well because he hates it.