I always worry about our kids having their own special nicknames and endearments. It honestly stresses me out the first months until they settle in and we get to know them and can start calling them by something more unique than buddy (or, heaven forbid their actual name :).
Happily, Christian has not suffered from last child syndrome in this regard at all.
Unhappily, well, you can fill in the blank.
Meet Christian, aka the destructanator, aka Stitch.
He may look cute and cuddly, but...
Wow, San Francisco. Rah, Rah, Rah.
That's right C doesn't talk, but he is developing quite the range of sound effects as he 'plays' with his brother's set ups.
His destructive programming is taking effect. He will be irresistibly drawn to large cities, where he will...steal everyone's left shoe.
This kid has a shoe fetish. Note the singular. It's always only one.
On what poor, pitiful, defenseless planet has my "monstrosity" been unleashed.
Apparently 2 active boys wasn't enough to ensure that my house was truly childproofed. C has broken more (I've given up replacing the glass in pics until a later date), tasted more (EVERYTHING, note the eraser below) and discovered more (some kids actually do try to stick their fingers in light sockets) than the older two put together.
His only instinct... to destroy everything he touches! Ha ha ha ha!
Ah, karma. It bit me today as I scrubbed crayon off my walls. Because, you know, that's something only unsupervised and undisciplined children do.
This is your badness level. It's unusually high for someone your size.
At the ripe old age of 15mths this kid knows what he wants and isn't afraid to let you know.
Stitch is troubled. He needs desserts!
(Notice the standing. Christian has ninja skills which he employs to get out of any and all restraining devices)
All that said, we love this boy. Although he does keep us on the edge of our seats he definitely keeps us laughing while we're there.