Yep...Trevy managed to chuck a rock that might have weighed more than he. Onto the above cutie pie's big toe! Which blackened shortly thereafter. And whose demise we've been waiting for since! Grams insists it'll fall off eventually!
He's been found armed with markers...or crayons...or other destructive materials. Coupled with an impish smirk...in case we doubted his naughty intent.
I've randomly come across him hunched in a corner. Making a Daddy sized *stinky*...
And mommy's learned this week that cell phone calls are quite efficient at distracting me from my keeping-an-eye-on-the toddler duties...
as did Trevy! Yes...that is last year's pellet stove soot ALL over my house!
And even though some days have leave me flustered...and exhausted...and wondering what the heck was I thinking?!
I love her princess & sass addiction!
I love his creativity & energy & craving to watch Fetch with Ruff Ruffman!
And I love Trevy for all his mischief & toddler-y ways.
Course...he'll always have the upper hand with his how-patheticly-adorable-do-I-look-now-mommy ACE to play! But chances are he'll never need it anyway!