I was posting these pictures and I was reminded of a poem Britney wrote when Preston was 1 or 2 and I thought how TRUE is that...
Toddlers Creed
If it is on, I must turn it off.
If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is folded, I must unfold it.
If it is liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled.
If it is solid, it must be crumbled, chewed or smeared.
If it is high, it must be reached.
If it is pointed, it must be ran with at top speed.
If it has leafs it must be picked.
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
If it is not trash, it must removed, inspected, and thrown on the floor.
If it is closed, it must be opened.
If it does not open, it must be screamed at.
If it is a keyboard it must be banged upon.
If it is full, it would be more interesting empty.
If it is empty, it would be more interesting full.
If it is a pile of dirt it must be laid upon.
If it is a stroller, it must under no circumstances be ridden in without protest, it must be pushed by me instead.
If Mommy's hands are full, I must be carried.
If mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone.
If it is paper, it must be torn.
If it has buttons, they must be pressed.
If the volume is low, it must go high.
If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.
If it is a drawer, it must be emptied (Or in Aidens case, climbed into)
If it is a phone, it must be talked into.
If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.
If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled onto the floor.
If it doesn't stay on my spoon, it must be thrown on the floor.
If it is food, it must be tasted.
If it is a car seat, it must be protested with an arched back.
If it is a book, it must be read to me over and over again.
If it is a ball, it must be thrown to me over and over.
If I run, you must chase me.
If I hide, you must find me.
This little guy is everywhere, I spend most of my days chasing after him or pulling him off or out of stuff...
If it is on, I must turn it off.
If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is folded, I must unfold it.
If it is liquid, it must be shaken, then spilled.
If it is solid, it must be crumbled, chewed or smeared.
If it is high, it must be reached.
If it is pointed, it must be ran with at top speed.
If it has leafs it must be picked.
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
If it is not trash, it must removed, inspected, and thrown on the floor.
If it is closed, it must be opened.
If it does not open, it must be screamed at.
If it is a keyboard it must be banged upon.
If it is full, it would be more interesting empty.
If it is empty, it would be more interesting full.
If it is a pile of dirt it must be laid upon.
If it is a stroller, it must under no circumstances be ridden in without protest, it must be pushed by me instead.
If Mommy's hands are full, I must be carried.
If mommy is in a hurry and wants to carry me, I must walk alone.
If it is paper, it must be torn.
If it has buttons, they must be pressed.
If the volume is low, it must go high.
If it has a flat surface, it must be banged upon.
If it is a drawer, it must be emptied (Or in Aidens case, climbed into)
If it is a phone, it must be talked into.
If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.
If it is toilet paper, it must be unrolled onto the floor.
If it doesn't stay on my spoon, it must be thrown on the floor.
If it is food, it must be tasted.
If it is a car seat, it must be protested with an arched back.
If it is a book, it must be read to me over and over again.
If it is a ball, it must be thrown to me over and over.
If I run, you must chase me.
If I hide, you must find me.
This little guy is everywhere, I spend most of my days chasing after him or pulling him off or out of stuff...
I was folding the laundry and forgot to close Jared's sock drawer, oops! Of course Aiden saw the perfect opportunity to climb in and remove all the folded socks I just put away...
Out go all the Socks!
"It wasn't me"
Getting upset because he realized he did not know how to get out...
He loves to play under my chairs, pull the TV plug out of the outlet, climb my wall ladder, hide in closets, unroll all of my toilet paper and run as fast as he can out the front door every chance he gets...
Britney's Poem fits Aiden perfectly!
He is my TODDLER...
What a little monkey! This age is so fun, yet SO tiring for mom ;)
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