A Day in the Life of Mr Destructo

Yesterday I was wondering where the remote to our DVD player was.

If only I'd asked Mr Destructo.

He'd put it outside in the shed with a few uncased Thomas DVDs for safe-keeping.

Which makes me think of a few other choice things he's done.

Oh, the possibilities.

What? This isn't the garage!!!

These chicken fingers and fries look waaaaay better than stinky flowers.

Now you know why you keep so many of these around.

Wait, I think his little brother, a.k.a. Mr Tornado, did this one.

And he's 1.5.

(Just wait until he's 3.5.) (Wa-hoo.)

Don't ask.

Bath crayons.

Apparently being me is exhausting.

In the chair,

in the tub,

on a boat,

on back of the couch.

And eating dinner.

I can sleep there, Sam I Am.

But I want to wear big boy underwear NOW.

Over my diaper.

Because I don't already have enough toys and must wreak havoc in Mom's cupboards instead, like every other kid.

The games you never outgrow.

Because I'm fearless.
And like to attract the masses.

What I did not capture were the shots of him standing up there for several minutes at a time, not holding on. He hung out up there for almost an hour before climbing down.

Nothing like fresh toe jam in the morning.

Or afternoon.

After running around outside barefoot all day. Yum-o.

Because I just could. not. stay out of the pool during Sister's swimming lesson. I'm the reason that no matter how many times Lexie begged Mom to stay and watch her every day, she always had to say no. I'll just go ahead and strip right now.

Packing for a 5-day trip:
I know I can get all my clothes, and I mean ALL my clothes to fit. (He cleaned out his dresser drawers.)

Almost there...

I'm stuck.

Help Mom.

If she'd quit taking pictures and pull me out already.

Here's what happens when his uncles play with him.
The new time out spot?

Then there were the things I came home to the other night that I didn't take pictures of--a pumpkin on a VHS uncased movie (we're archaic around here and uncased, unprotected movies are our trademark) sitting on...

the side of the bathtub.

Plus, he was so kind as to get everybody's toothbrushes ready for the night, along with the spare toothbrushes (don't ask how many) and the counter. Now we're minty fresh.

And as I wrote this post, he painted his finger- and toenails with his sister's nail polish.

At least it was blue.

So manly.

It looked a lot like this:

Only this was white-out.

That wouldn't come out.

Don't we look so proud of ourselves?

With no pants on?

I'm sure rewarding them with taking pictures of their deeds makes for really effective future disciplining.

Oh and later--this happened under Mr Destructo's tutelage.

Any ideas for getting a whole bottle of teriyaki soy sauce out of carpet? I'm thinking we'll be saying a big hello to our wood floors in the hallway today.

I hated the carpet anyway.

Almost no children were harmed in the making of this post.