Grease Monkey

We have it confirmed. Joshua is a boy. Okay, so maybe the penis I noticed when he was born should have been a clue, but really, how sexed is a baby anyway? I guess this is a clue that Josh is no longer a baby and in the toddler zone. He was on the floor for a couple of minutes tonight in the basement while I switched the laundry. He went near his Daddy's bike, and the next thing I see, he has grease from his wrist to his cheek. Must be in his genes. I come from a long line of auto mechanics. Grease flies onto him if he goes near a bike or car.

And what about the monkey part? Well, this little guy, petite, really, terrifies his nanny and his mommy today when he hurls himself over the crib railing and lands head first on the floor. Amazingly enough, he is fine, but he is now sleeping on the floor with the big stuffed dog right next to his mattress in case he decides to throw himself off the mattress to land the five inches to the floor. NO MORE BOOBOOs! says Mommy. And Marie. I know we won't get our wish, but I can hope.