My Loony Toons

Do you remember Loony Toons? You know who I'm talking about: Bugs Bunny, Elmer Fudd, Sylvester, and Tweety Bird (my personal fav). There was another character in the bunch; one that moved around in a literal whirlwind destroying everything in his path. Tasmanian Devil. I never liked him much when I was a little girl. He was just so... destructive!!! It literally made me crazy to watch him. Why couldn't he just sit in his cage like Tweety Bird, swinging and singing all day? That was much more my style.

As fate would have it, I just happen to have a Tweety Bird in my herd of children. Emma, bless her heart, is so content to sit on a barstool for hours, drawing and coloring pretty pictures of mermaids, and fairies, and rainbows- singing happy, sweet songs the entire time. She giggles that little chipmunk giggle of hers. It is contagious to listen to.

I also have a Tasmanian Devil. And you know who it is. Let me set the record straight up front and say that I love this little tornado with all my heart. This is not, in any way, meant to sound as though I do not. To be 100% honest, I am somewhat amazed at the rate at which he is able to destroy things...anything. Everything from laptop computers (he likes to pop the keys off) to my glasses (4 times). It demands respect, in a somewhat demented sort of way.

Just for fun (and so that I may blackmail him when he is older) I decided to keep my camera at the ready for when his "Taz" side decided to break loose. Truth be told, I rarely put my camera down. It did not take long to collect my evidence.

Grab a snack. You may be here a while.

Yes, that is the rack in the dishwasher, which he loves to take out and push

around the kitchen floor while making motor noises.

(FYI: it really hurts if you trip and fall on your face on this rack while pushing it around.)

A benign mess, but a mess, none the less.

Ahhhh! A personal favorite of Cam. He loves to play in/eat

the powdered chocolate milk mix.

Here we have him helping out by hanging a banana

on the banana hanger. Yes, it is skewered.

Nail polish. (sigh...)

Crayons. New loaf of bread.

The powered drink mix again.

This time it was the strawberry mix and a car.

This was a very cute Santa decoration that I made quite a few years ago.
It has survived four other children with no problem.
Child five, however, decided to pull its arms off (they were wired on),
and tackle it down to the floor (repeatedly).

Then just for good measure, he spit his chocolate milk all over it.

(long drawn out sigh...)

Salt. Mounds of it.

Notice the pile at the bottom of the stairs.
Cam loves to throw as many things as he can find down the stairs
and watch as they tumble down and crash into his sisters' doors.
He takes particular joy in the screams that come from his sisters as his thrown
objects crash into their doors. Great fun, I tell ya.
Great fun...

Did I mention Cam likes to play in the chocolate milk mix?

His preferred method of eating chocolate cake.

Every child does it. I know.

But then he likes to roll up the rugs,
or throw them in various corners of the bathroom.

Go figure.

Ah.. the dishwasher again. This time it's the soap.

He's so proud of himself for "helping" me.

And the bar stools. He can't stand it when they are all in a line

where they are supposed to be.
He prefers to either knock them all down,

or build a fort with them.

Please make sure and notice the beautiful aloe vera plant in the corner.
(A much adored gift from Dan)

Cam walked by one day, grabbed it, and uprooted the whole plant

so that he could play in the dirt.

Sadly, it did not survive.

(If you are reading, Dan, please forgive me. I did my best to

love it and keep it safe from harm...sort of).

But after all is said and done, I adore this little boy of mine, of ours. He is my last. My caboose. (And with good reason, as you can now understand!). I will be forever grateful to BJ who taught me the profound truth that applies so well in the middle of all this:

"If you're going to laugh about it later, you might as well laugh about it now."

"Mothers of little boys work from son up to son down."