Boxed in

This two kid thing is getting to be more and more fun every day. Caleb's gotten to be extremely playful, and absolutely adores following his big sister around and imitating/destroying everything she does.

If she's building a tower, he'll patiently wait until it's just tall enough, then swoop in and knock it over. Abby's proved surprisingly long-suffering with him, often reminding him (albeit firmly), "No Caleb, don't knock Abby's tower over" or "No Caleb, it's not finished yet." (Apparently when it's finished, then it's okay for him to knock it over.)

He knows just how to push her buttons, and it's fun to watch him actually waiting and plotting ways to annoy her sometimes. Like today, when she wanted to play in this box. He watched her climb in and out, closing and opening the top over and over again. Somehow he figured out how long she would wait after shutting herself in before she would climb out again. And then, when the time was right, he waited until she pulled the flaps closed, then climbed up and plopped his big ol' self right down on top, essentially locking her in.

Abby was not pleased. But as his mom, I couldn't help but smile proudly at my son's first practical joke.