The Office

Brendan loves to be in our office- even if no one else is in there. There are all sorts of fun things for him to "play" with: the computer (of which he managed to somehow disable our CD drive), Chris' bass guitar, my craft boxes, and numerous cords to chew on. We do try to keep him out, especially if one of us needs to be on the computer, but he bangs on the door and cries so loud we always break down and let him in.


One day when I got home from work, Chris told me that Brendan had gotten into a place he's never been before, which really scared me. had horrible pictures of the toilet or garbage can running through my head. Turns out it was just our bookshelf in the office. He managed to climb in and squeeze his little body on the shelf. I'd much rather have him play on the bookshelf. It's much cleaner.

He's getting very good at typing and manages to pull up windows and screens that I have no idea how to do without a mouse. It really is amazing. The computer was in process of shutting down one evening but Brendan got to it before it finished, somehow got it back to the start up screen and logged in as a new user. We seriously don't know how he did it.