Hurricane Benjamin

To say that today has been destructive is an understatement, and it's only 12pm. As mentioned earlier, Benjamin and I are staying with my parents in Georgia. This house has not had a baby in it's presence for any length of time in about... oh... 50 years. So, needless to say, Benjamin has had quite an affect on many of the furnishings. We like to call him Hurricane Benjamin.

1. The grandfather clock which was one of the many possessions my parents inherited when moving in this house, has a section on the bottom which is made of this woven cotton feeling material. Apparently, this is a perfect spot in which to poke your finger through if you are 18 months old. Interestingly, Benjamin has this condition in which once he makes a hole in something, he is required to make it irreparable. Warren calls this condition "baby crack". (Have I ever mentioned how funny my husband is? Well, he is. Another story perhaps.)

2. When I am here alone, I am forced to drag Benjamin in the bathroom with me when I take a bath. So we're in there and I'm washing my hair, and I hear the sound of tile falling from the countertop. There are these tiles that are sort of hanging from the top of the countertop. They are about 1/2 inch long and are only meant for decoration. Anyway, so one of them falls and Benjamin of course has to investigate immediately. I can see his mind racing at this point (I'm across the room mind you. This bathroom is huge.) and he snatches several more of them down before I can get out dripping wet to stop him. My only fear is that he will continue to try to pull more them all down every time we go in there. Good times.

So this is more than enough destruction for one day.