Beware the Silent Toddler

Josh is officially a toddler. At least, he can walk. he looks like a drunken cowboy, but hey, he is totally mobile. The other day I changed his diaper, but he wanted to play, so I didn't rush getting his pants back on, and then since he was so happy with his toys, I wandered off to do a few things. I realized about 45 minutes later, he had been silent a very long time, not chatter, just playing noises. So I went up to investigate. He was happily playing still, but without his diaper. I looked all over his room and found no diaper, but there were several puddles. Yuck! I cleaned him up, washed his legs, and rediapered him. I added pants this time so Houdini could not get his diaper off again. Then I cleaned up his room. But I could not find the diaper. I started to feel awful thinking how could I let him run around without one? Was I losing my mind? But then as I was getting dinner ready I found the diaper. He loves throwing things off our loft ledge, and the diaper was another casualty to his need to fling!

Oh dear, I just heard a matchbox car splash into the toilet bowl.
... And he dunked his lovey! At least the toilet had been flushed this time!

Beware the Silent Toddler

Josh is officially a toddler. At least, he can walk. he looks like a drunken cowboy, but hey, he is totally mobile. The other day I changed his diaper, but he wanted to play, so I didn't rush getting his pants back on, and then since he was so happy with his toys, I wandered off to do a few things. I realized about 45 minutes later, he had been silent a very long time, not chatter, just playing noises. So I went up to investigate. He was happily playing still, but without his diaper. I looked all over his room and found no diaper, but there were several puddles. Yuck! I cleaned him up, washed his legs, and rediapered him. I added pants this time so Houdini could not get his diaper off again. Then I cleaned up his room. But I could not find the diaper. I started to feel awful thinking how could I let him run around without one? Was I losing my mind? But then as I was getting dinner ready I found the diaper. He loves throwing things off our loft ledge, and the diaper was another casualty to his need to fling!

Oh dear, I just heard a matchbox car splash into the toilet bowl.
... And he dunked his lovey! At least the toilet had been flushed this time!