It has been very educational, this “single mom for a weekend” business. For example, I have learned:

  • We have a climber. The note from school on Friday says that he loves climbing. Today, I put him in out extra-deep bathtub while I was brushing my teeth, and he managed to do a pull-up on the window sill. After church, I risked putting him in there again while I changed clothes, and he climbed up onto the seat. No more bathtub-as-playpen for Noah.
  • And a very tall smarty-pants. Noah can reach and open the door handles in his room.
  • Noah can also reach anything within 4 inches of the edge of the counter. We have a half-wall that is only 6 inches deep.
  • Teething still sucks.
  • Small boys can eat an astonishing amount of food: Today alone, Noah ate nearly a cup of cheerios, a yogurt, a jar of vegetables, a grape tomato, 1/4 of a large apple, 1/3 cup of pumpkin-chicken sauce, 1/3 cup pasta with another 2 tablespoons of pumpkin-chicken sauce, a bit less than 1/4 cup vanilla creme brule, and small amounts of shredded cheese, cooked carrots, and cooked broccoli. I think he ate more yesterday. I fear his teenage years.

Well, time to get Noah’s bag ready for school tomorrow. And clean up all the tupperware that has migrated all over the house. And take out the unbelievably toxic garbage that all that food produces in the form of poopy diapers.