Caleb's Escapades

Caleb is a boy. He's a boy through and through. The other day I left him with a friend for an hour and a half and when I got back to pick him up his shorts were torn. And not just torn - shredded to ribbons. I'm talking Michael Jackson's Thriller zombie type clothing.

The boy did his work thoroughly. But, you know, it's all in a day's work for a two-year-old.
I plugged my phone in to retrieve the picture I had snapped of him in the shredded shorts* and I noticed that destruction and mayhem was sort of the theme in pictures of Caleb.

I was sitting in the park behind our apartment one day when Caleb came running outside to me crying, "Oops! Uh oh! Oops!" So I hurried inside, unsure of whether or not I really wanted to investigate.

That's a laundry detergent cup he was attempting to drink out of. And no, we don't usually let him pour his own milk.

I thought this picture was also a gem. It pretty well sums up Caleb's character:

Just a typical day playing at the park.

Here he is in the hospital visiting me and Elinor after a day of being passed around the neighborhood.

The giant bump on his forehead and scrape on his lip were not there when we left him at 5 am that morning (I am not trying to imply that my wonderful neighbors were neglectful in any way - I am really so grateful to them for their service - stuff like this is just unavoidable with Caleb sometimes).

And I have posted this before, but I have to include the major injury in his life in a post spotlighting Caleb's inclination to live life on the edge.

We do love our tough little Caleb. It's a good thing if he takes it upon himself to teach the resident nursery bully a lesson, right? ... right?

Seriously, I don't know what I'm going to do with this kid. He is everything I imagined a little boy would be and I have no idea how to handle that. I am mostly planning on him growing out of this.

*Technical difficulties here. Picture coming soon.