Home Wrecker

I love my little guy. I really do. But I don't, however, love what he does to our house. The Tasmanian Devil has nothin' on this kid.

Just when you think he's innocently playing, he's halfway up the ladder following the air conditioning guy up the roof.

Or say you thought he was sleeping peacefully in his room, only to find him up on the bookcase coloring with permanent marker on the custom shelves.

Remember when he was too short to reach your purse hanging on the hook about five feet up? He got a chair and stole his mom's purse, stuffing every piece of gum he could find in his mouth.

And what about that time that grandma was having a business meeting and Landon snuck out the front door, running down the street when the neighbor found him and brought him back? Apparently he was going to play at his cousin Joey's house ten minutes away (by car).

Let's just hope that this behavior won't continue into his teenage years.

Landon's own concoction of oil, coconut oil and wheat. Still hasn't come out of the grout.

Dresses himself

Found this in Uncle Aaron's closet - saw and razorblades during naptime.

Mom's lipstick. He loves to look pretty.

Love you, ya little home wrecker.

Mom