My life with an almost 2 year old

Just when I think life with Ben couldn't get any crazier, he proves me wrong. It's crazy enough that he runs non-stop from sunrise to sunset, but the shenanigans that he pulls in between never cease to amaze me. For example, last weekend while Mike was deer hunting in Crosby he pulled a few of his tricks. Night number two without Dad at home, we were going through our normal bathtime routine and he was really enjoying himself playing with toys and splashing in the water. I decided I should let him splash around for a while longer so I sat down next to the tub and started reading a book. I look up when I see him throwing something overboard. It took a second, but it suddenly clicked: He's throwing poop at me, isn't he? Five seconds later, there is poop everywhere. On the floor, on the side of the vanity, on the toilet, on the walls, etc. He then decides he is scared of the few floaters he has left in the tub and begins to panic and trying to climb out of the tub. Once I got him out and got everything cleaned up, I did start to see the humor in the situation. Good story for the baby book, right?

So then I figure that's the worst thing he'll do this week, right? WRONG! I am in a grad school program right now through UND. I take my classes every Tuesday night online. The classes are interactive, sorta like Skype. So tonight I was in my virtual classroom and my mom stopped by. I ran upstairs to see her for a minute and left my computer on. Ben was playing down here, so I didn't really think anything of leaving him down here. I came down a couple minutes later to get back on and Ben's sitting in front of my computer with the microphone turned on speaking gibberish to my entire class. The tech had to disconnect my computer from the class because they couldn't figure out what was going on. Seriously kid, how embarassing!?!? At least it's another good story for his baby book.