Quinton is such a naughty little toddler right now. This is one phase of life I'll be happy to say goodbye to once our last child grows out of it.
When he was a newborn, I had high hopes that he would be a gentle soul. I figured since I already had Josh and Bron I deserved a break. The older boys could be my Laman and Lemual and Quin could be my Nephi - he was already large in stature! :) No luck, though. Since he's not even two years old yet and he already thinks body gas sounds are hilarious, I guess I'm gonna raise another hellion. Luckily for him, I've discovered that if I take a picture of his shenanigans, I calm down quite a bit in the process. It's my version of counting to ten.
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| One morning, I noticed that it was too quiet. I found him like this. He'd pulled a stool over to the counter (he loves to drag stools all over the house)... |
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| and eaten part of several different pieces of fruit. He went through a phase with this - we were all eating left-over pieces of apples for a week or two. |
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| Books are apparently offensive to Quinton when they are on shelves. He much prefers them on the floor, |
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He slipped away during family scripture study one morning to whip up some scrambled eggs.
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Q is such a cute little bundle of trouble, isn't he? Plan on seeing many more of these types of pictures in the near future.
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