The topic of window washing came up.. which reminded me of what happens on a semi regular basis here in Andersonville...

In our house, which isn't old, we have a window seat in our baby proof room.. beautiful view of our back yard and the mountains..

Enter my 25 month old (Carlos) and my 17 month old, (Isaiah).... who love to climb on the window seat.. look out windows longingly wanting to go outside and wreak their own particular form of havoc..

Look at mom.. is she watching? heck no, she's doing something incompressible behind that fence she uses to keep us away from the good stuff..used to be SO much fun to get in their and mess with all the buttons and that thing she calls a mouse.. it isn't really.. or the cat would eat it..

Oh good.. she's not watching.. take baby bottle..no, on second thought, take Isaiah's baby bottle!.. no sense wasting MY food.. press nipple into hand at just the right angle.. wait for hand to fill up.. then smear baby formula all over nice clean windows.. neat.. what a mess!.. round and round we go...<Sideways look at mom>... no she's still staring at that thing ..

More of the good stuff in my hand.. shame to waste it, good thing it's my brothers and not mine.. gee, I'm a smart boy.. but it makes such a NEAT mess on these funny transparent things..

Uh oh!.. mommie's looking at me.. I'm BUSTED!!...

Time for evasive action.. too late.. she sees what I'm doing.. quick, hide the bottle Isaiah.. oh no.. she's jumped the gate.. gee she can move fast for someone so old....

She's coming this way.. put on my best 'sweet baby boy face'.. smile.. say 'mamma' and put my hands up so she'll pick me up and say 'what a sweet boy'..

It's not working.. she's scolding me.. oh NO! she took my bottle away.. ! And Isaiah's.. does everyone loose their sense of adventure when they get old? I surely won't...

Gee.. what can I do now.. there's a box of toys.. come on Isaiah, let's scatter them all over the floor.. then watch mommie dance when she steps on one..find a really small and sharp one..that's it.. put it right where she'll step... ;-0)

Gee Isaiah.. the cat is under the lounger chair.. why don't you go mess with him.. that's right.. Bite his tail HARD.. watch him run.. he's faster than mommy..

What can we do next? Hey, the arm of the lounger chair has neat pokey things sticking out.. let's see what happens when we both pull on the stuffy arm part.. hey.. it moves.. this would be a great hiding place.. what can we put in there.. let's go look...

Note I have a baby gate, one of those that's usually shaped like an Octagon encircling my computer desk.. so I have a baby free zone.. a bit unorthodox.. mommy inside the baby gate!