the Destroyer
Evan has a nickname at our house. It's "the Destroyer". I don't think I need to explain why we call him this, it seems pretty obvious. His big brother was often up to some of the same tricks as a toddler, and if you don't believe that one, I'll refer you to this post.
The other day I decided to have a fun day with the kids. For some reason, Evan was in a particularly destructive mood. In the morning before swimming lessons, he got into a brand new bottle of shaving cream and did a little art on his clothes and the kitchen floor. I got that mess cleaned up, went to swimming lessons, came home and fed the kids lunch, and took them to the pool. When we came home the boys wanted a snack so I gave them some cheez-its and Evan made a mess in my bedroom and in the basement. I made him vacuum them up and while I was finishing up that mess, he was busy getting started on another.
Some of you may know that I'm addicted to peanut butter. I love the stuff, I eat it on all sorts of yummy things. My favorite is peanut butter and apples. I think there was a post about that too. Some women love chocolate, my passion is peanut butter. It goes pretty well with chocolate, but I'd prefer it if I had to choose between the two. So much in fact, that I should probably cut it off my diet too. I've started posting with a friend on a weight loss blog, if you want to check that out too. But I digress, Anyhow, I'd made the mistake of leaving the top off of the peanut butter while I was cleaning up the cheez-its and here comes Evan. Covered from head to foot in peanut butter. I panicked! I screamed, I yelled, I grabbed my camera and starting taking photos. Then, I went upstairs to assess the damage and my phone was sitting there, so I took another picture thinking I could post it to face book. Then, I had an even more brilliant idea, take a video. So I did and this thing is so priceless it could be the next YouTube sensation all-a "charlie bit my finger". Ha ha!
Anyway, if you're not on face book (what, are you living under a rock or something) and haven't seen this yet, you'll HAVE to check it out!
The other day I decided to have a fun day with the kids. For some reason, Evan was in a particularly destructive mood. In the morning before swimming lessons, he got into a brand new bottle of shaving cream and did a little art on his clothes and the kitchen floor. I got that mess cleaned up, went to swimming lessons, came home and fed the kids lunch, and took them to the pool. When we came home the boys wanted a snack so I gave them some cheez-its and Evan made a mess in my bedroom and in the basement. I made him vacuum them up and while I was finishing up that mess, he was busy getting started on another.
Some of you may know that I'm addicted to peanut butter. I love the stuff, I eat it on all sorts of yummy things. My favorite is peanut butter and apples. I think there was a post about that too. Some women love chocolate, my passion is peanut butter. It goes pretty well with chocolate, but I'd prefer it if I had to choose between the two. So much in fact, that I should probably cut it off my diet too. I've started posting with a friend on a weight loss blog, if you want to check that out too. But I digress, Anyhow, I'd made the mistake of leaving the top off of the peanut butter while I was cleaning up the cheez-its and here comes Evan. Covered from head to foot in peanut butter. I panicked! I screamed, I yelled, I grabbed my camera and starting taking photos. Then, I went upstairs to assess the damage and my phone was sitting there, so I took another picture thinking I could post it to face book. Then, I had an even more brilliant idea, take a video. So I did and this thing is so priceless it could be the next YouTube sensation all-a "charlie bit my finger". Ha ha!
Anyway, if you're not on face book (what, are you living under a rock or something) and haven't seen this yet, you'll HAVE to check it out!
Comments
The scariest one was once Alec got into the bleach and I found him playing in it. That scared me to death!
They sure keep us on our toes, don't they?