Destruction, havoc and chaos come in such small packages.
Over the past two days Atticus has broken the wife's favorite Christopher Radko christmas ornament, one of Lolo's ornaments (a pink ball with white fuzz), he did a repeat of the cell phone dunking incident with the cordless phone in the toilet. The he proceeded to stuff his mouth so full of goldfish that he couldn't breathe and choked immediately followed by voluminous vomiting on the carpet. He has unscrewed the filter from my camera lens and put it somewhere.
Superwife is really disappointed because she is not going to be able to have the kind of Christmas she wants because of him. We can't put any ornaments on the tree or any decorations within his reach. He has learned how to scoot the stool up to the counter tops anywhere in the kitchen and have his way with anything on the counter like meat cleavers, glass shards, chainsaws, etc.
His favorite past time is to play in the sink. Today he figured out that he can actually get in the sink and turn on the water.
His damn pacifier cord stinks so damn bad because of it is constantly soaked with drool and saliva and it mildews and molds and makes me want to puke.
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