Hyrum is the funniest little person that I know. He is so smart and I have a hard time not laughing and smiling at him when I should be making a stern face and saying "no, don't put that ladybug in your mouth." It is just the look on his face that kills me. It's like he crawls around the house as fast as possible (almost to the point that he topples over head first) stuffing whatever he can find on the floor into his mouth as quickly as he can before I get over to him. He has this mischevious twinkle in his eye all the while and I have to wonder to myself if the half masticated ball of lint in his mouth is worth the effort of prying open his tiny pursed lips.
Of course there are some things that I have to draw the line on. Like the electrical outlet in his room that almost constantly fascinates him. He would love to spend his days pulling his nightlight out and putting some other toy into the hole. The other day when I saw him crawl over to the outlet with his hand poised to grab the light, I said "Hyrum" in the most grown-up and authoritative voice I could think of. Right as I said his name Hyrum didn't miss a beat and let his little hand, which was in mid-air ready to latch upon the light, come down in a perfect swoop to pick up a toy that was laying on the ground next to the outlet. He then turned to me with a look like "what, I was just going for this toy, Mom." Hahahahahahahahahahahaha. He is so smart. It is so much fun. I find myself waiting for his naps to be over so we can play again.
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