Yes, that is a naked baby there. As you know, we let our nanny and cook go at the beginning of August. We have help now, but for a week I was on my own trying to take care of the kids, polish the floors, wash the veggies in bleach, and unpack all of our boxes from the move. It was a long week to say the least. I realized on Day 3 that I am in need of adult supervision. That's when The Boy recreated that opening scene of Starman.Actually, I think it was the day before that I realized I needed help... and fast. It is hard enough chasing The Boy around the house with the only baby gates in the place blocking the stairs. There are still many danger points like the fireplace and the office. On top of that we had 213 boxes to unload. We were trying to make the downstairs livable because the poor blind Dog was getting confused. As I was working away, I heard a faint voice whisper, "I am cutting my toenails." I turned around to find The Boy on the floor with a single-hole puncher! Ahhh. Disaster averted, but can you imagine if I had to explain that one to the doctor?!
The Boy must have been equally dismayed by my lack of nanny-ing skills. He found his own method of controlling himself, and I have to say, I thought it was ingenious. Here he is locked in The Dog's kennel. I swear, this wasn't my idea.
We've been thinking of using the kennel on a more permanent basis. The Boy figured out how to get out of his crib, so in order to keep him from harm, we decided to move him to a toddler bed. Obviously, he is our first child because when we set up the bed, we failed to remove any toys and distractions from his room. That is why on the first day when I went to retrieve him from his nap, I found that The Boy had destroyed his room. Furthermore... the cabinets at the very tippy-top of his desk? At some point during the toddler-bed acclimation he climbed up to the cabinets and opened them. 
Needless to say, we didn't sleep very well for a few days because we kept getting up to check that old Spidey hadn't climbed the walls in the middle of the night. A few days after we switched (and removed all toys, books, and climbable furniture from his room), we awoke to find the boy sitting in bed with the iPod speakers. I still can't figure out how he got them.All The Girl has to say is, "They think I'm going to be a problem when I am 13? I'm going to remind them of this."
