No Phone

So, Sunday morning a little before 8:00, I had just gotten out of the shower and was putting in my contacts. Richard was putting on his suit to go out the door for his Sunday meeting, and Nelson was playing in our bedroom. In one minute flat, Nelson took my cell phone off of my night stand, unplugged it from its charger, walked by both of us in the bathroom, and threw my phone in the toilet (I promise we normally keep the door to the toilet room closed). As soon as I heard the thud, I knew what had happened. We quickly turned the phone off and took out the battery and now my phone is on bed rest for a few days. So, if you need to get a hold of me, the internet, a home visit, or Richard's cell phone are your best options.

Besides throwing my phone into the toilet, Nelson has gotten really good at throwing lots of things, lots of places. His favorite place to throw things is down the stairs. Although he is good at going up and down the stairs, we still keep the gates up so I don't have to chase him up and down them all day. At any given moment at our house, you will find a watch, a blow dryer, a book, or anything else Nelson has managed to carry to the stairs and thrown over the gate. He also likes to throw things out of his crib. The first thing he does in the morning when he wakes up is throw his pacifier at the door. When we are all out of pacifiers, we look behind his door and find a stash of them.

He has also gotten really good at hiding things. One of his favorite hiding places for random things is in between my bed frame (we have a sleigh bed so it goes up along the sides) and the mattress. We have found his medicine, my alarm clock, his socks, and other various things in there. His other favorite hiding place for things is the printer. He usually puts them in the opening where the paper comes out (his baby monitor is in there at the moment) and then he shuts (or tries to shut) the door. My phone has been found in there many times. Well, a couple of weeks ago our printer wouldn't pull the paper through the back and kept telling us that paper was stuck. We looked for stuck paper and couldn't find any. We called the makers of the printer (Canon is no help) and stores around here for help to fix our printer. Guess what it was in the end?! Nelson had stored away a rice cake in the back of the printer where the paper is pulled through. I'm sure he had all intentions to pull it back out when he was hungry again, but he must have forgotten about it. Three weeks later he got his rice cake back (not really, it went straight into the trash). So, this is my life right now with a rascally little 13-month-old! Wish me luck with my adventures this week!