All Boy, All the Time

Other mothers with little boys tell me his antics are perfectly normal--"he's just a boy." While Sammie was a hard newborn, she was an excellent toddler and the "terrible two's" weren't that terrible at all. However, my little tornado is giving me a run for my money.

He devises a way to get into everything, and he can't just walk, no, no, he has to run and jump to get where he's going. Not to mention climbing on everything. His favorite spot is to stand smack in the middle of the kitchen island. As soon as he has been reprimanded, it's right back to the stool and onto the island once again.

Cars, trucks, motorcycles, and planes (go figure) seem to litter every room in the house, as well as the matching sound effects. He's even taken over Sam's pink Polly Pocket car--doesn't matter if it's pink--it's still a car nonetheless.

Here are a few Halloween decorations--keep in mind I only put out a few, because you-know-who would be bound to find and destroy them. He's quite fond of rearraging this table, and the witch usually ends up in the pumpkin's mouth.

Did I mention trucks, trucks, and more trucks . . .

and more cars . . .

It's a good thing he's a cute little guy; otherwise I would be tempted to sell him to Toads'R'Us.