I took a shower. I emerged. Five minutes, tops--that's all I can really allow myself during any of his waking moments.
Demon Baby was quiet.
What was he up to, you ask?
He managed to open the BRAND-NEW roller shade for Baby Girl's bedroom, pull off ALL the shade, so he had a thin "bat" of the center roller. (Throwing the shade in a heap over the second-story landing--WHY didn't I buy a ranch?)
Then he played baseball with his new bat.
Throwing up his Sippie Cup and trying to hit it out of the park. Or in this case, family room.
Note . . . he has an entire toybox--MULTIPLE toyboxes, actually, with balls and cars and trains and fake cooking stuff for his pretend stove, and coloring books, and crayons. And Superhero dolls.
A roller shade.
I just cannot make this stuff up.