E is like a tiny tornado of destruction. He leaves his mark on every room he enters. Our palace is his playground. He might be all of twenty eight inches (at six months, I'm sure a couple of inches taller now), but boy can he cause some destruction.
He chews on remotes, spills bottles, throws toys, yanks on blankets, climbs over pillows, and crushes food in the rug. And loves every minute of it. And I must admit, as a mom, so do I. The housekeeper in me hates it, but I push her back until after he goes to bed. That's when the fun begins. Thirty minutes later.....peace and sanity are returned.
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