Lucky

At the rate he is going, Everett will be lucky to see 2 years old.  I love him...but, seriously, the boy has no sense and more importantly, no fear. If you need examples, here are a few... He tried to eat a banana out of the garbage today. A banana...out of the garbage. He has attempted to stick his hand in either the fan or the portable air conditioner no less than 20 times. While he thought he was alone last night, I watched him climb all the way into the bathtub on his own. At least once a day, he beats the odds to stay out of the emergency room. Today was no exception as in a split second when we weren't looking, Amelia left the gate open at the top of the stairs and he held on to the wall,  took his little legs, and started walking down them. Now, keep in mind, we have never been described as anything but overprotective parents. So, if he can get into this kind of trouble in the cracks of time when we are hovering around him, it is saying something. I have no idea what to expect when he is actually old enough to really be on the go. For now, I'm just hoping he makes it that long.

Ev starting to stand up on his horse and ride it...his favorite way to show off