My Son is Not a Ninja

Midway through a conference call with England this morning, my phone buzzed.

Hi Mom!

I could tell my guys were having an interesting day. Sure enough, it wasn’t long before the phone rattled again.

The muppet was channeling the Karate Kid. As Mr. Miyagi said, “First learn stand, then learn fly. Nature rule, [Search]-san, not mine.”

And Search is working hard to master his ninja/Houdini techniques. That kid can find any mischief to get involved it. It starts with a sly smirk, and then he’s off. Crawling was mastered weeks ago, pulling himself up to a standing position is child’s play. He can now stand at will and manipulate whatever’s in front of him – like his music table or the magazines mommy stacked on the coffee table to keep out of his reach.

(His crib was lowered yet again this evening. I know we’re battling borrowed time in regards to his ability to escape from baby jail, but we figured it was best to prevent accidental rail jumping as long as possible. “Look Destroy, I can stand in my crib. Look how far away the floor is down there. Freeeeefallllll. Argh!” Thud.)

When electronics are properly stowed out of muppet reach, Search has shown an odd interest in Jon’s dirty socks. So this morning, Dad acquiesced to muppet desires and retrieved a clean sock for them to play with. (Should I be concerned our infant sons are already trying to play fetch with their parents?)

Logically (in Jon’s universe), the gang could get the most entertainment from the sock by tying it around the muppets’ head.

“Search, are you a Ninja?”

Note Destroy’s raised eyebrow, quizzically questioning the sanity of his family.