See this kid, his shirt is incredibly accurate.
Cooper wakes up, drags puppy and blanket into the kitchen and grabs the three floor rugs. He looks up at me and laughs as he throws them back down, upside down and crumpled. He breaks through the ties on the cupboard, pulls out all the mixing bowls and tupperware before selecting the cutting board. He runs that into my room where he leaves it.
Takes Todd's belt and carries it to the couch.
Finds my shoes and throws one down the stairs and the other he shoves under the couch.
Takes the sorted dirty laundry and mixes up the piles while mixing it with the clean in the laundry basket. Then opens the dryer and takes out a still wet sock and chews on it until he sees me coming, then throws it over the gate and runs.
Opens the dishwasher mid-cycle. Not enough for mom to notice though until much later.
Drum stick to the piano - yes damage very visible - followed by climbing onto the kitchen bench and getting two pens and a pair of scissors, but only after hitting the piano one more time with Madeline's brush for good measure.
Reaches the knife off the counter.
Pulls the child plugs out of the outlet.
Rips a book in half.
Dumps out the bin of blocks. Dumps out the bin of cars. Throws a few at me.
Pours water out of the fridge because someone forgot to lock it.
Falls off the couch.
Opens diaper bag and empties all of it's contents on the floor. Phone, yep. Lipstick, yep (lets take the lid off first and chunk up the lipstick). Papers, yep. Crumbs and diapers and lists and everything else, you bet!
Cries each time I take stuff from him and pick him up to stop the craziness. Cries when I put him back down. So I pick him back up.
We dance to music while I hold him.
He grabs my hands and wraps them tighter around his little body.
We snuggle and laugh and read books. He looks so cute and innocent. He strokes my face and hair and we smile at each other.
Then I put him back down...
Repeat 84 times.
