Disasters, Torture and Destruction...

DISASTERS...

Chuck and I are enjoying the fact that Ashton is getting older, and is able to eat a good portion of the things that we eat (so we don't have to buy too many extra items for him), but I don't know about this whole clean up situation.

For example: In the following pictures, you are not in fact looking at a mini "oompah loompah" or an overdose of self tanner... but merely Ashton's first experience eating spaghetti and meatballs.


Now I'll be the first to admit that I have given into the temptation to torture him by placing food on his head, i.e. the "Cherrios Mohawk" you see below, but every single spaghetti noodle on his head and body, he put there himself.





I guess the good part is that at least he likes my cooking!!!


Now if only I had my niece Abby around ALL of the time to help me feed Ashton. She's very good at living up to his demands and keeping him neat and clean. She's definitely ready for her little brother to arrive next month.





TORTURE...

Yes yes I know we are mean parents for tricking Ashton into making funny faces by giving him lemons, but we just couldn't resist this one time.





and DESTRUCTION...

He's got to be the only kid that enjoys going to the doctor's office. It's gotta be because they have that FASCINATING, crinkly noise paper that is so fun for babies to tear up.