Wreck It Beck

Tonight we took Tully & Tessa to the drive in to see Wreck It Ralph. It was so fun to be cuddled up together under blankets, eating candy, and watching a movie with the chilly air all around us. At one point we talked about how this was a special big kid thing to do and that it is fun to have a date, just the 4 of sometimes.
Which got me thinking.
We are really in a season of Wreck It Beck.
This kid. This toddler. THIS baby, as we so often still call him. He is a run for our money.
The other day we had a check up for him at the pediatrician. At first everything was good, then the quick decline came. The pulling open of all drawers, the flinging of everything in them, the yelling "NNNN DONE" (all done), the peeing on the floor, the throwing off of his diaper, it went on and on and on. And I was RIGHT THERE. Always 2 seconds to late. I found myself telling our doctor, I know I had 2 kids 19 months apart but they were not nearly as......... crazy as Beck is.
Matt and I look at each other a hundred times a day, we laugh, shake our heads, sigh and then smile. Beck is a crack up. He is a runner. He manages to break at least 3 christmas ornaments a day and then exclaim "NO NO!" all the while smiling and shaking his finger. The child cannot be left alone for a second. He can most often be found these days in a diaper and my high heeled boots, still running around the house. He is a constant stealer of everyone else toothbrushes, he will throw anything into the toilet, and he has figured out the child locks on all the drawers that we only JUST installed.  Oh, this kid, this funny, smiling, happy baby. He is the light of ALL of our lives. Tully and Tessa carry him from his crib in the morning and feed him breakfast. They read him books. They hold his hand without being asked.
At the end of the day, I am just thankful. Thankful for this crazy baby, and thankful for my big kids.