Friday, July 27, 2012

Trouble Trouble Trouble Trouble Trouble Trouble


"We got Trouble!  Right here in West Chester City!
With a capital "T" and that rhymns with "P" and that stands for pool......
which ends with "L" and starts with LIAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He takes this stool all around the house.  He can get anything with it.  He can get extra cookies off the counter, toothpaste, everyones tooth brush, food out of the pantery, paint out of Greg's painting desk, miniatures out of the den etc...

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   I have no idea how he got the crock pot on top of that pot.  And yes he is sitting on the rice maker.  He takes all of the pots out of the cubboards around 15 times a day.  -Sigh-  I find them all over the house.

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On a good note, he has stopped crying endlessly when we are at home.  He used to just hold on to make legs and cry all day long until I picked him up.  Now, he plays or aka gets into everything.  I definately like get in to everything better than crying.  I just felt like complaining a little bit.

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Here are some Trouble Liam Stories.

1.  He knocked over our Christmas tree and broke the Christmas tree.

2.  He took apart the heating panel on our heater in our sunroom.

3.  Even though he was only 2 feet away from me, he opened up a bottle of bleach and spilled it all over him.  I was helping Ali with spelling words, and he scooted behind me and got in to the laundry area and open it.  It WAS child proof. 

4.  He got into Greg's paint.  Gave the small sealed paint to Chewy who then chewed it open for him.  He then begin to play with the bright, blue paint in the middle of our carpeted living room floor.  

5.  He likes to climb into the bath tubs by himself and turn on the water- fully clothed.

However, I prefer the mayham to the crying.

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