The Master of Disaster

My sister, Taryn, aptly named Aiden, "The Master of Disaster." It suits him. In the last month he has been getting into everything! His favorite thing to do is climb up onto my desk and throw all my neatly organized stacks of paper on the floor. He is also very fond of splashing in the toilet and throwing balls in it. We try to keep the door shut, but Jack can't seem to remember to do that 99.9% of the time.

Aiden also loves getting a hold of Jack and Makele's cups of juice every time he gets the chance and spilling them everywhere. A few days ago I took the kids downstairs after breakfast. I made the mistake of leaving the cups of juice sitting on the table. As soon as I was distracted by something, Aiden booked it upstairs, climbed onto the table and threw the cups on the floor.

He can never just set his sippy cup down; he has to throw it when he is done. Yesterday while we were watching Jack and Makele at swim lessons, I let him have it, but held onto the end while he drank so he wouldn't chuck it. I let go for two seconds and the next thing I know the sippy cup is in the pool, leaking milk. I looked real cute climbing over the barrier and fishing it out.

He also has a fascination with a cup full of coins that sits on my dresser. Every time I leave the door open, he goes in, gets it and comes out smiling from ear to ear. As soon as he sees me coming for him, he catapults the coins into the air and all over the floor.

Taryn was watching Jack and Aiden last week. When I went to pick them up I got a strong whiff of bleach and asked Taryn what it was. She said Aiden got ahold of it off the top of the washer and knocked it on the floor, cracking the cap and spilling it. Maybe he was just trying to clean up after splashing in her toilet.

As much trouble as he gets himself into, he also has a very cute, sweet side (lucky for him). As you might have guessed, he loves throwing things and is fascinated by anything to do with a ball. On Wednesday he started telling me to "atch" (watch) as he was playing ball. Now he says it over and over again to get me to watch him. He loves going outside and is always saying "owside? Owside?" Last Friday I took him out to play and grabbed a few (okay a lot) pictures of him playing.

He loves our cat and follows it all over saying excitedly, "kitty! Kitty!." The only problem is that the cat is not too fond of being touched (or even looked at for that matter). Aiden doesn't seem to mind - he thinks it's fun to play hide and seek with him.
Now imagine that ball as a glass full of juice and maybe you can feel my pain...

I love how he holds onto the top of the slide as he goes all the way down - a real daredevil for sure! ;)









Look at those cute cheeks!

He might be our little master of disaster, but we love him to pieces anyway!