The Perfect Height for Mischief

Now that I'm bigger and older, the world in front of me is exapanding exponetially. That means I can help mom and dad more. Unfortunately, Mom and Dad, or the "Committee of No" as I like to call them, are always harshing my mello:

• "No Spencer, you can't put your toys in the garabage."
• "No Spencer, you can't play in the dishwasher."
• "No Spencer, we don't throw our food on the floor."
  
  

They never let me do anything.

Quite a bunch of changes in the past week. Instead of crawling, I am walking almost 100% of the time. Instead of knocking blocks down, I have been maticulously stacking them. Three more teeth came in this week - #s 10, 11, and 12 for those of you keeping score at home. Needless to say, I wasn't always in the best of moods at times during the week, but then again who would be if they had three little razors coming through their mouth. Overall, I am still a happy and perfect little boy.

Here are some videos of me exploring / helping (i.e. getting into trouble):

I can help clean cupboards and shelves:

Now that I am tall enough, this is perhaps my favorite activity: Cleaning off this table. Mom and dad just don't seem to understand that I don't want anything on this table. No matter, how many times I throw their books and magazines on the floor, they just keep putting them right back on there.

Here I am having fun in the bathroom...

Here I am exploring the garbage can. Lots of interesting smells and items in there. Basically, if it has a lid, door, or drawer, I like it.

I'm also a master of electronics. I especially like TV remote controls: Once, I almost successfully programmed the password lock on the TV, but Mom and Dad caught me before I could be type in a code. I did however press the right combination of buttons on the remote for a brand new TV to change the source from the cable to the DVD player before Mom or Dad new how to do it. It was fun watching Dad spend about 20 minutes to figure out how to get it back to cable. Here I am playing with the phone. Afterwards, the joke is on Mom and Dad when they grab the phone and realize that I may have called one of thier friends.

Spencer the Destroyer becomes Spencer the Engineer

Man, I'm glad it's the weekend. I'm so tired, I've been sleeping in to as late as 5:45-6:00 AM.

I just discovered that building things is almost as fun as knocking

them down. I am stacking blocks three high

(then knocking them down again). I

found some funny shaped blocks in the kitchen. Not only can I stack them (see video) there seems

to be some magic elixir inside that Mom enjoys (see pictures). I haven't figured

out how to get it out though.

I am measurably increasing the the proportion of walking to crawling everyday. I'm still much faster crawling but getting better at the bi-ped method of transportation. My biggest issue seems to be that I get too excited, start waving my arms like a cheerleader, then I lose by balance and fall down. Sometimes falling it is funny, sometimes not so much. Yesterday, I walked down the entire hallway all by myself. My interest in Biter Biscuits is waning, but I have tried and really enjoyed two new foods: ground beef and cottage cheese. I really like cottage cheese. It's just another addition to my plethera of dairy products. Soft foods like cottage cheese are nice, because it seems that I have three more teeth coming in this week (in addition to the one from last week)!

Off to create some mayhem.