I was talking to my friend Sarah the other day about a kid's milestones - first steps, first words, first day of school, first date, first time they drink all your vodka, steal your car, and wreck it, first time they bring home a love interest so horrible that you go drink all your vodka yourself, etc. We left out a major one though - Baby's First Tattoo.
She's so proud.
Hey, is it bad that I just left him there?
I knew where he was, I knew what he was doing, and I estimated only a 17% chance he would manage to either crack his head open or break his neck, which is much better than I can say for at least 12 hours of every day (the other 12 hours being those when he is asleep). Besides, he had good company.
And yes, those are bungee cords strapping the chairs to the table and to each other, else Child 2 pushes them into the kitchen, climbs up, and either grabs a hot pot off the stove or a knife out of the knife block. This kid is going to be the death of me.