Being Caleb

I stepped out to the grocery store this morning after the usual delicious Saturday pancakes, leaving Jason to clean up with all the kids.  I hadn't gotten past the produce aisle when I got a text saying only, "Have mercy," with this picture attached:

Toddler, on the couch, in possession of a large bottle of syrup.  Mercy, indeed.  God help us all.  

Forgive the blurriness of the picture.  I can only hope Jason snapped it as he was sprinting to disarm the situation.

Caleb's other recent adventures include sabotaging doing school.

He also found a worm one day on the driveway.  He was incredibly possessive of it.


"No touch it!!"

He petted his worm.

But no one else was allowed to.


"My worm!!"

He came up with brilliant ideas, à la Evel Knievel.

He attended OctoberFest (food, fun, and a festive lei).

He explored a new playground.

He learned why people don't stand in the water to throw rocks in the water, when you're wearing sweatpants and it's October.

He, of course, dressed up for Halloween.

Along with his siblings.

And learned how trick-or-treating works.

(He had to hold his tail because Jeddy kept pulling it.)

And most importantly, what you do afterwards.