This post is dedicated to the daily mischievous moments of Kaden Raymond Wells.
"There's nothing behind my back."
Kaden, wanting desperately to go outside to help his daddy with the rototiller, pushed an end table in front of the door and crawled up on it to try to open it. Luckily he hasn't figured out that you have to turn the knob yet, although if he had, he wouldn't have been very successful as he had the table pushed up against the door and the door opens in. He did enjoy looking out the window and watching Daddy though.
This is the lovely cradle that Max made for his boys many years ago. Now Kindi gets to sleep in it, just like her Daddy did. The only problem is that it is low to the ground and Kaden loves to crawl in with her. At least we hope it is with and not on! If he isn't crawling in it with her he is rocking it viciously into the wall! So usually we only use it at night.
Jen's kids came over to play in the sprinklers one hot day this summer. Kori and Kaden found a hose that was watering the watermelons and used it to fill up a bucket...
...which Kaden turned into a swimming pool!
I turn my back on him for one minute while tending to Kindi and he crawls into Jeremy's experimental potato pit.
"Cheese!"
One of Kaden's new favorite games is to take all of the toys and pillows out of Kindi's room, one at a time, and throw them under the kitchen table. I guess he is making a nest or something, because then he crawls under there to play and lay down.
This game also translates well to outside, where he strips my swing of all of it's pillows and piles them next to the sandbox. They make a great trampoline.
So I don't think you can read that lid, but can you guess what's in the jar?
If you guessed chocolate chips you'd be right. Their home is in the cupboard right behind him. But if you leave the door open, or even open it too wide, Kaden swoops in and snatches them away. He may not know how to turn a door knob yet, but unscrewing the lid to the chocolate chips is no problem at all!
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