When he first started to crawl and stand, Cooper was adorably reticent, and he stayed close to our legs at all times, content to paw through the tupperware cabinet and the kids' dishes cabinet and leave the rest of our stuff alone.
Then he started to fall in love with outlets. Then with the breakable bakeware cabinet. The the pantry, where he loves nothing more than to throw glass jars of baby food on the floor. The he started crawling everywhere all the time, meaning the floors are always streaked with drool and speckled with fat baby hand and knee prints.
No drawer is safe, no basket left untouched, no cabinet in tact. I turned my head for two seconds while getting dressed the other morning, and he sucked on a perfume bottle and had Coco breath til lunch.
And the food! I love trying to tempt his palate with new tastes and textures (plums: yes; peaches: yes; cottage cheese: yes; watermelon: yes; cherry tomatoes: bitch, please), but every meal is a little messier than the one before.
The kid is a disaster.
Teeth (huge ones, top front) are messing with his sleep, so I have been joining him for his second nap. But that means I have to get all of my housework done during his first nap, which is nearly impossible because there is so! much! more! work!
Behold: photographic evidence: