Life with a busy almost one year old… By 9.30 am he has dismantled the entire house… creating a carpet of toys, pots, pans, clothing and bathroom toiletries all the while opening and closing every. fucking. cabinet. and. drawer. at least 20 times. After he feels like his masterpiece is complete and he could not possibly find the energy to tear open one more package of flour to dump and spread on the floor, he goes down for a nap. After a quick nap he has a seat in his high chair (throne) so he can admire his stellar baby skills of  house trashing. However, now he must focus on covering himself from head to toe in his lunch, while he eats non-stop for a solid hour ensuring he will have an enormous crap for that lady who loves to change his stinky’s. After lunch it’s time for another quick nap followed up by boredom and whinging as this house is entirely to messy to play in, so he moves on to greener pastures- the back yard. This is where he will spend the rest of the day trying to escape, eating all the dirt from the potted plants and leaving the left overs to be  emptied onto the terrace. He will also wile away the hours trying to lift, run and impale himself with the biggest stick he can find, stopping occasionally for a round of slug squishing… and that shits not gooey at all. After the back yard fun hunger kicks in and it’s time to repeat his lunch skills and then finally, finally  it’s time to pass out from a totally awesome day. Phew.

I love this guy.