(crepe paper Madelyn had on her ceiling)...
...crumpled up and shoved into her reading light, which was turned on and scorching. Her whole room reeked and it took several hours of airing out to get back to normal.
LUKE!!!!
I put him in front of the evidence. He knew he was in trouble.
But....not overly concerned.
That boy.
About 10 minutes later,
"Watch me as I kick all my blocks under the entertainment center!"
Then,
Time to go mess up Madelyn's room/take a poop in my diaper because I refuse to use the potty anymore!
Time to knock down some more blocks!
Time to break some crayons! (I've had that box since I was a little kid and have treasured it all these years--now Madelyn uses it--we were not amused.)
Then I caught him poking his finger into my camera lens...while it was closed (he was forcing the little covers open).
AND
This morning I discovered that yes, he has broken my brand new humidifier I got for Christmas. I know he was messing with it the other day and now it doesn't produce any vapor.
This is all in the course of 24 hours, people.
You know, in addition to the smaller scale messes and tantrums, and book chewing.
SIGH.
Here's some more of what Luke's been up to lately:
Hiding under my bed
Destroying a brand new package of Post-It notes
"Reading"
Wanting to go outside to play in the snow at 8:00 pm and 0° F.
Stealing my camera and taking 26 self-portraits underneath the quilt on his bed
Dude..
I mean, yeah, he's adorable
The other day, I opened the window in my bedroom a crack to air it out and he came over, took a big whiff of air and said, "Ahhhh! Smells so sweet!"
If you pick him up, especially by the waist, he'll flap his hands and kick his legs and say, "I'm fwying!!" [flying]
He gives lots of kisses and would sit on my lap all day if I let him. He's very smart and curious.
When he hasn't seen me for a few minutes, he'll yell, "Mama! Where are you??" and I'll say, "I'm right here in the bedroom" and he'll walk in and say, "Oh yes...."
It's so cute.
He loves playing with Madelyn and they (mostly) get along.
He wants to be a rock star.
He loves Doctor Who.
Clearly, this kid is going places.
He tried on some of Mark's clothes, and it makes me sad to think that he'll be that big someday.
He routinely asks to eat vegetables like celery, lettuce, broccoli and carrots (!).
But he also loves Pringles, popcorn, pizza, and "chwocowate".
He is my protector from imaginary zombies.
One morning, he pulled me into his bedroom, saying, "Zombies coming!!", shut the door and showed me that he had all his squirt guns ready to go to fight them off.
That probably has to do with the fact that he likes to "help" daddy play video games.
So even though he dumps his toys out several times a day, wipes his dirty hands and mouth on the carpet, resists getting changed or dressed, screams when you use the microwave without him and wears me into the ground every day, I guess I'll keep him. ♥

