Turbo

Last Friday I was convinced someone had slipped Burl an upper.  For real.  When John came home for lunch, he saw it too.  Burl was crazy.  Not bad.  Not out of control.  Just lots of energy.  John left for work with a "good luck" combined with it "thanks for playing with him" kind of encouragement.  Wowza.

In the past week, Burl has been switched to Turbo.  I have no theories behind it.  No ideas what changed.  But this boy is wild.  

Active. Busy. Wild.  Some of the words to describe him.  

Not bad.  Not disobedient.  Not at all.

He's just busy. Wild. Active.  Those are the words that we say over and over and over.

So, until his nap everyday, I let him do his thing.  

Wanna drag out your basket of toys? Sure.

Wanna dump the box of pipe cleaners out? No prob.

Wanna tilt the table? Just for the picture.

Wanna fill up the metal bowl with wooden blocks and dump them on your head?  Go for it.

Fern and I will just observe...

...and try and keep ourselves out of harm's way.