Maybe it's time for a baby gate

Here's what Caleb is saying: "Hey, Mom, Evan and I are just going to run upstairs for a bit. Thought we might play with marbles and those itty-bitty little Legos my brothers like to leave laying around everywhere. Oh, and hey: would you mind bringing up a screwdriver so I could check the outlets? You're a doll."

Okay, so I made that up. He can't talk. But: he is absolutely hell-bent on self-destruction lately.

I think my 9-month old has thrill issues.