If I've been absent lately, it's because I've been busy trying to keep up with the boy. One thing about these little humans is that they learn things kind of quickly. This week, he's made it his mission to figure out doorknobs. And he's succeeded.

Previously, we could cram everything in one room, shut the door, and let him run wild. Now it's not so easy. So that closet where you keep your knife collection / porn / bodies / chemicals / illegal drugs / firearms / signed photo of Pat Sajak / fireworks, you'll need to get a lock for it earlier than you think.

Not that I have any of those things in my closets. Or basement.