Pre-Spring Cleaning

I've decided that I need to get started early on my spring cleaning. Technically, I guess, it's not really spring but it sure feel's like it. Plus, Mom and Dad are such slobs I need to get started now if I plan to do anything this summer. So, I picked up my spray bottle and was rag and got to work. Not a window or wall was safe. I sprayed and wiped down every surface I could find. Who drews these green circles all over the walls? I don't have any definitive proof, but I suspect Mom or Dad - possibly even both. All I know is, whoever eventually gets caught - and they will - will regret every picture they drew on the wall. No one escapes my wrath.

Turns out the garage was also dirty. Seriously, what does Dad do out there? He certainly isn't cleaning up after himself. I've accumulated quite the assortmet of tools in the past year. I got out my broom and my rake to clean up in the garage.

Next, I got my garden hoe out to chip up the ice. I've learned the hard way, ice is not my friend.

Even a hard working, no nonsense guy like myself can find some time to relax. After a hard couple of hours cleaning out the garage, I hopped in my ride and drove around by myself for awhile..

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.