Le Petit Monstre

We have a monster. Charlie must go go go, all the time, and it's driving Nilda crazy.  Charlie's new hobbies are:

• Pulling and playing with electrical cords, especially if they are connected to a lamp. 
• Banging on any ipad he manages to get his grubby hands on and throwing it on the floor.
• Defying gravity by diving off the bed to get whatever the hell is on the nightstand that's so  damn interesting.
• Going into whatever room has a closed door, especially the bathroom. 
• Grabbing whatever is in the refrigerator.
• Eating whatever you're eating.  
• Crawling into the dishwasher, which is so exciting that he crawls like a maniac to it when he hears the dishwasher opening.
• Eating shoes.
• Going into my closet, which is where the real dirty shoes are.
• Crawling to your feet, sitting down and lifting his arms up ever so slightly, as in, "Pick me up, sucka." 
• Jumping out of your arms two minutes later to get whatever the hell he sees on the floor.
• Standing up in the bathtub basin we have and diving for the drain.   
• Pushing the buttons on the phone you're using.
• Looking under the dresser and crib for pacifiers that he threw there to save for later, putting them in his mouth.
• Refusing to lie still when you're trying to change his diaper, kicking whatever is on the changing table onto the floor in protest. 
• Taking the food you're trying to feed him off the spoon, getting it all mushed up in his hand and between his fingers, sticking his whole hand in his mouth

In short, he's just like Daddy.  And we both have the same attitude towards the bath, which is, "Fuck you, water."