Today he was a bit fussy before his morning nap, but I had a work meeting to prepare for so I let him work the crankies out and hoped he'd fall asleep. He did settle down and for about 45 or 50 minutes he was silent. So silent, I can only assume, he was sleeping. Eventually I heard him stir, but my meeting wasn't over and he wasn't crying. So I let him be for about five or 10 minutes. When I went to his room I found him sitting up in his crib with just a T-shirt on. The diaper was thrown to one corner of the crib and his pants in the other. Sitting among three large puddles of pee he looked up at me and smiled that big, nose-wrinkling smile while clenching the binky in his mouth. His hands were, um, otherwise occupied.
Might I remind you that Jasper is 8 1/2 months old. The diaper I get. It's not that hard. But he pulled off his PJ pants. Completely. We started calling him Houdini when he broke out of the Miracle Blanket, which is just a warm, fuzzy name for a baby straitjacket, when he was about four months old. This seems a little mixture of Curious George and The Beaver. At his age it's still innocent curiosity, not defiance, right? George just stumbled into trouble and The Beav never wanted to disappoint his Mommy and Daddy. In my mind's eye I can see the look of excitement Jasper's eyes likely revealed when -- POP -- his pants must have shot off with a giant tug at the ankles.
Janet gave me her thoughts, "Once more, and it's a coincidence. Twice more, and he really does know what he's doing." Stay tuned!
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