We are way lucky. He doesn't really get into things. Our first two kids pretty much got into anything they could reach, but it seems that Joshua is so fascinated with walking, that he is content to do just that. He'll walk into the kitchen, make a few circles, then walk through the dinning room into the front hall, turn around and walk back into the kitchen. He passes many grabable objects along the way without even a glance. He can spend hours just walking around.

The other night he was busy eating something else, so I decided to get a head start on his corn and built up quite a pile of squeezed corn bits on my plate. As I turned toward him to give him his first bite, I see a pile of "unsqueezed" corn on his tray. Cheryl says, "Oh didn't I tell you? He's eating the corn whole now. You don't need to squeeze anymore." She could have told me 50 squeezes earlier. I had to eat the squeezed corn myself.

You'd think that after 10 months I would know how to keep him alive for an hour or so, but Cheryl felt she had to run through a whole list of do's and don'ts. It's not like I'm a pediatrician and father of three or anything.

Later on I mentioned to Cheryl that I haven't had any good alone time for a while. Like, just a few hours to hang out by myself and do whatever I wanted.

Note to self. Try to REALLY think things through before you say anything to your wife about wanting some time for yourself.

Cheryl proceeded to list the many times in that last year where I'd gotten some time without the kids. There's golf, surfing, hunting, Star Wars Episode II, golf, surfing, Lord of the Rings, surfing, men's church weekend retreat, you get the picture.

Then she proceeded to list the ONE and ONLY time she'd ever done something alone without a kid . . . . . her trip to the dentist.