This kid is into everything

There were days, back about six months ago, where I wished with all my might that Jack could just WALK. If he could only walk, he would be so much happier. He would be able to pick up toys across the room. He could follow me into another room and not lie there and cry.

Oh how silly I was.

Now I wish I could just put him down in one place. And come back 30 seconds later and find him in. the. same. place.

Tonight, I decided that being a stay-at-home-mom, I should maybe create a dinner for my family. So I bought a chicken at Whole Foods. And I roasted it. And we didn't even have company!

(I am actually a really good cook, but I rarely cook when it's just us at home. I usually only bust out gourmet feasts for guests.)

Of course, my child looked suspiciously at his meal of chicken, carrots and peas. After squishing the carrots and peas with his index finger and refusing to even look at the chicken, he tried to wipe it all off his tray and sign "all done."

As if.

Putting the chicken on a fork and feeding it to him got the job done, and I got him to eat a decent amount. After he finished his dinner, I was cleaning up the pan from the chicken and asked his father to keep an eye on him.

In the 2.5 seconds I had my back turned and Josh took his eye off him, he reached into the garbage -- which SOMEONE forgot to close -- and grabbed the container of chicken grease.

And dumped it all over the hardwood floor.

That about sums up our days now. He is into mischief and we are into keeping him out of trouble.

So if you have any advice for getting chicken grease out of the cracks of hardwood floors, please pass them along.