My very first post....

For my very first post I have no idea what to write but I figure once I get this first one out of the way then I am GOOD...  I think the fact that it is the "first one" is a little intimidating and is causing me to have a severe writers block.  Ok here goes...


Examples of Campbell's scary independence

Example #1: Last weekend Uncle David came down for my niece and nephews baptism and decided to stay over.  Apparently when Campbell woke up he wanted to check the weather so he went down stairs to where Uncle David was sleeping on the couch, unlocked the dead bolt and the handle and opened the door.  Thankfully Uncle David heard the door open and made Campbell go back upstairs.  Needless to say our main purchase that Saturday was a lock for the top of the door.


Example #2: To start this story I am going to give a little "Smith family" run down.  Adam and I both work and my Mom watches our three year old son, Campbell, during the day.  Yesterday my parents took Campbell over to Sonic to eat lunch.  They bought him his favorite food groups (corn dog and french fries) but he only ate a little bit of the corn dog and refused to eat the rest.  We have been having a battle of wills lately (Campbell is 3 going on 13) so my Mom informed Campbell that if he didn't eat his corn dog that he would not be able to have any french fries or snacks the rest of the afternoon.  Even though it was hard to say no ALL afternoon Mom "stuck to her guns" and refused to give him any snacks.  By the time my parents brought Campbell home it was almost 5:00pm and he was starving.  Mom, Dad, Adam, and I began talking and didn't realize until a few minutes into the conversation that Campbell had disapeared.  After hearing a few sounds coming from the kitchen we all went to investigate.  When we walked in we noticed that Campbell had pushed a chair up to the counter and climbed on up.  He had the peanut butter down and open and the bread down and open.  We had heard a few drawers open and close so I assume he was looking for a butter knife or a spoon.  When he didn't locate either of those he decided to use his fingers.  Just as he was about to stick his fingers down into the HUGE Peter Pan peanut butter can Dad stopped him and asked if he needed help.


I have a feeling that we are in for quite a ride with this kid.