The other day Lev was up to his usual dinner antics. He refused to stay in his high chair for very long. Then walked around the outskirts of the table begging food from Grandpa and Grandma. Then when people started to leave the table, he would climb up on their pulled out chairs and begin throwing their food/dishes around. My mom sighed and said with a certain amount of tenderness, "He's like a little wrecking ball." Too true.
We love this kid, but he's at the very messy stage. Nothing can stay in the cupboards. Nothing can stay on the table. Nothing can stay in the drawers. And I now have two spots where I bit my tongue and one sore nose from him throwing around his big old "wrecking ball" head.
Good thing he is so cute.
The other day Lev was up to his usual dinner antics. He refused to stay in his high chair for very long. Then walked around the outskirts of the table begging food from Grandpa and Grandma. Then when people started to leave the table, he would climb up on their pulled out chairs and begin throwing their food/dishes around. My mom sighed and said with a certain amount of tenderness, "He's like a little wrecking ball." Too true.
We love this kid, but he's at the very messy stage. Nothing can stay in the cupboards. Nothing can stay on the table. Nothing can stay in the drawers. And I now have two spots where I bit my tongue and one sore nose from him throwing around his big old "wrecking ball" head.
Good thing he is so cute.
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