Change is the only constant

The hours are slow, the weeks fast, and the growth of my son seems to happen every time I turn around. The only constant is to expect change.

Nothing is safe anymore.

Shane can reach up on kitchen counters, undo baby clasps on several drawers, and wreck havoc on the computer desk. There's no computer there anymore, but it used to be a safe storage place for junk we didn't want Shane to get his hands on.  The little stink is smart enough to step on items to vault himself up places we don't want him.

Not that he needs any stepping stools to get on couches, chairs, or dressers nowadays.

The move to a new house is coming at a good time, in the sense we need to rethink many of our childproofing strategies. Shane's developed past our meager attempts to thwart his will. We'll have a fresh start in the house, and Shane will have to develop new solutions to unwravel our work.

Sabatoging Mom and Dad's safety precautions develops a baby's brain, right?