Mornings

Between 7:00 - 8:20 am, Parker and I are at war. Typically my girlfriend gets up in the morning, walks him and then gets in the shower. While she is in the shower, he acts like an angel. Zero problems. Then it's my turn. She leaves for work and I'm in charge. Lately, I haven't been putting him in the pen when I'm in the shower...I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt...c'mon he's 10 months, he should be able to handle a miniscule amount of responsibility. We're talking 10 minutes here.

Some days he goes for the toilet paper roll. Some days he takes a pillow off of the couch in the living room, drags it onto the floor and chew on a corner. Some days he goes into the spare bedroom, jumps up on the bed (NOT ALLOWED) and rolls around in the clean laundry...if he's lucky, he finds a dryer sheet and chews on that for a few. This morning, he left me a nice big poop right in the middle of the kitchen floor.

As I yelled at him for offense #1, he ran into the study and grabbed my girlfriend's dirty softball sock out of the laundry pile...and ran around the house with it. Exhibit a:

As long as I didn't have to clean up anymore sh*t, he could have spent the rest of the day in the laundry pile for all I cared.

Until tomorrow am...