My Name is Mischief

This picture is becoming a good description of Fisher. That is permanent marker. He found it in Brayden's room yesterday and decided that drawing on his face was what he should do with it. I had to laugh. And then wonder if we were in for days of permanent marker face. Surprisingly, I was able to scrub it mostly off with Baby Magic soap. Who knew? Also yesterday, he climbed and, consequently, fell out of his crib. Later he knocked himself over backward in the rocking chair. Despite my relentless attempts at teaching otherwise, he continues to break into the child proof cupboard full of hazardous cleaning supples and use the garbage can as a treasure box of sorts. Upon rescuing items like bottles and shoes, I am left to wonder how many things of little to major importance we have lost this way. I also wonder if we'll make it through the season without him pulling the Christmas tree over on top of him. The best thing I've seen written on a package lately? Shatterproof ornaments.