We have an expression in our house when Noah is getting into something, climbing up something, opening cupboards he shouldn't open, trying to break things he shouldn't be breaking. "Busy baby...". Noah is definitely a busy baby. Always thinking of ways to keep us on our toes.
He has his own section in our pantry that he loves to destroy over and over again. We put a bunch of random cans, bottles, and containers that he can play with on the bottom two shelves. Look at that cute little bum.
Once he's ripped everything he can off the first two shelves he stretches as far as his little body can stretch to try and reach the next shelf. Look at those tippy toes. Hilarious to watch his little feet dance back and forth when he's trying to reach something JUST barely out of reach.
We have a lot of pots and pans, but Noah has a favorite pot. Every morning without fail he crawls over to the cupboard that contains MY favorite Le Creuset pot. Little stinker. It's too heavy for him to pull out of the cupboard, so I get it out for him every morning and lay it in the middle of the kitchen floor. Then he's off to find "his" wooden spoons to make music on "his" pot. He thinks everything in this house is his.
If it's in his reach...it's his.
If he sees it and it's not in his reach...it's his.
If it's shiny...it's his.
If it's not shiny...it's his.
If it makes noise...it's his.
If it doesn't make noise...it's his.
If it's broken...it's OURS.
BUT, when it's fixed again...it's his.
With a face like this...
...he can have whatever he wants. That grin melts me.