One year ago the majority of my house managed to stay clean for countless hours. Fast forward a year and that image is a memory of the past. And it is all because of this little demon.
The calm before the storm.
If there is any object in his sight, you can count on it being destroyed in mere seconds. He's speedy and I am having problems keeping up with the paths of destruction he is leaving behind.
My little guy is resourceful and concocted a plan on how he can climb on top of the table. I see a broken fibula just waiting to happen.
His favorite items of choice to get into are the items which just happen to be of the most dangerous kind in my household. Knifes, toilet cleaning items (ranging from cleaning apparatuses, to the chemicals), all poisonous chemicals, and any piece of furniture that will surely result in a fall and broken somethings.
He's packing heat... and nothing else.
Future Chippendale's dancer. Bring your singles!
Must you lick all of the forks?
(Conner got his hair cut on Saturday. It was complete torture. Usually he does good, but we were fools in thinking that getting his hair cut at nap time was a smart idea. This is the result. Genius.)
Despite all of the crazy antics Conner causes or gets into, I just love my baby! I love his giggle, I love his silly little trot when he runs, I love how his hair is incapable of lying flat. I love him!