A weather anomaly has swept through my house. A whirling dervish of terror of short stature. Last night Bram spilled water on my ergonomic keyboard. I turned it upside down, shook out the water, blow dried it, took it apart to dry overnight but it still won’t work. Now I’m using a tiny little keyboard where my fingers are tripping all over each other trying to find the keys:) Then today I was on the phone with my sister when Bram comes in the living room with egg shell. I go in the kitchen and there is egg all over the floor. He’s constantly in the fridge. The latch to baby proof it is nothing to him. In fact after he closes the fridge back up, he redoes the latch. He just thinks that’s how you close the fridge. I’m sensing a bungee cord in my future wrapped around the fridge:) Alec was a handful at 2 but Bram is very different, even more of a handfull if that is even possible. I sense some Dennis the Menace in him;)