My Morning with Olie

The Calm After the Storm

My Dad used to call me "Baby Entropy" when I was a toddler. Well, I 'm here to tell you Dad that you don't know the half of it. Because no one could be busier than Olie, "Our Berserker." While preparing breakfast this morning, I had to pause several times to extract him from a chair on which he was standing, or off the dog on which he was sitting, or to put away all the shirts he had just pulled out of his wardrobe. After breakfast, I was watching him out of the corner of my eye as I tried to clean up. Suddenly I heard the rustling of loose papers. Loose papers in his bed room? I rush in to find him having pried open his file boxes, surrounded by his medical records. As I'm cleaning these up, I notice as he drops a toy in to the diaper pail. I open the bottom and discover several toys amongst the dirty diapers. As I'm excavating and washing the now six (!) toys from the pail, Olie charges into the bathroom and throws his cream into the toilet. I remove the cream from his hand and begin to wash it, when I notice he's in the bath, fully clothed, about the turn the water on! Finally, I wised up and gave him an old cell phone to play with while I got ready for dance class. I now live for meal times when he's strapped down. Dad is coming this weekend for a visit. I wonder what the Latin is for "Extreme Baby Entropy"!