I totally forgot what it was like to have a toddler who's into everything around the house. Peyton is crazy. He's truly into everything. He breaks dishes. He plays in my bathroom sink. He's constantly getting into the refrigerator. I can't do the dishes when he's around. He takes the dirty ones out and runs away them, or he climbs inside and tries to sit on the door. He's a non-stop, spinning whirlwind who laughs at his own naughty antics all along the way.
He gets into my cupboards and dumps out boxes of crackers and cereal. Yet, I don't learn my lesson and put them in a place he can't reach them. ☺ I guess it's my own fault when he does that.
He takes the vent covers off and drops stuff into the ducts. I found alphabet magnets, my mixer dough hook, a book and a bottle in one the other day. He still loves to play in the toilet. He likes to play in the garbage too. I have to keep the can up on my kitchen counter, out of his reach. I learned my lesson there. The hard way.
His new favorite game: tipping the piano bench over so it's upside down. He then likes to push it around to no particular place.
He is such a stinker and trying to stop him only makes him try harder. You would think that with him being the 4th child, I would have all of this mothering stuff down. My house would be child-proofed and nothing would ever get destroyed. Nope. You really do forget. And maybe, you kind of get lazy by the 4th one and figure as long as they're not bleeding or making a lot of noise, if they're happy whatever they're doing is okay.