Boy Terror has lived up to his name today, and it's only 2 pm. He decided, while I was changing his nasty butt, to grab and throw everything he could reach. This was cute yesterday, when he just chucked stuff and said "oh-oh". Today, as soon as the poopy diaper was off, he tried to grab his balls. I blocked him, so he yanked on the edge of the dirty diaper, and when I yelped, he tried to toss it off the table. The poop fell out. I frantically grabbed the diaper, thinking I'd use it to scoop up the giant poop nugget, but boy, that kid is fast! He had a hold of that poop in a flash! Squisssh.
After the screaming and crying, mostly on my part, I got him all cleaned up for naptime. I thought he might have been repentant, since he drank down his bottle and snuggled in like an angel. But no. He sat up, leaned in and kissed me, and then burped up half a bottle of milk right into the cleavage. That's why I have boobies, dontcha know? To catch sour milk! On went the lights. Naptime postponed while Mummy changes, and wipes the boobies clean. Miraculously, not a drop on him.
He's sleeping now, but I'm sure his little brain is just whirling away, thinking up new things that might gag me.