There is no denying that this kid is cute. I spend a good part of each day kissing those cheeks, but seriously, in the past two weeks he has royally started acting his age!
Favorite pasttimes: emptying the drawer with all the plastic plates and cups and licking each one, taking out every cookie sheet and walking on them, unrolling the toilet paper and ripping it into little shreds to spread around each room, emptying Cooper's dresser and taking his shirts to various places in the house all while saying on repeat, "thank you!", coloring on the walls and cabinets, throwing shoes and jackets down the stairs, and eating gross things.
Really gross things. Like trying a tiny piece of fertilizer (first time as a mother calling poison control! He was totally fine.) and licking the squirt bottle of hand sanitizer (he thought that tasted awful) but enjoying the day old yogurt cup he pulled out of the garbage can. ACK!!!!! Don't even get me started on the random food he finds under the table...
I am taking something out of his hands that he's not supposed to have at every turn. My other kids leave doors open, crayons out, books on the floor, etc, and it's REALLY hard to keep up. All I can say is I'm grateful he's been blessed with safety.
And I'm just really glad I have him. Even when every day is an adventure of messes.