Knight of the Kitchen Table

November 4, 2009 @ 7:55 pm | Filed under: Baby, Family, Huck, Photos

Once upon a time, there was a very tidy cupboard.

Then along came young Sir Destructalot.

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Having wreaked maximum havoc, he paused, well pleased with his efforts…

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…and looked around for new frontiers.

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Enticing prospects beckoned at the far corners of his world, but first he would have to figure out how to bridge a perilous gap.

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Triumph! And now bravely through the tunnel he strode, scoffing at those who would take the more conventional route around the table.

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Eagerly he made for the row of tempting treasures on the shelf, their bright colors practically begging him to pull them free of their wooden prison.

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But just as his massive fist reached the first jewel-toned, delectably gummable beauty, the Voice of Doom sounded from above.

He would have to seek other bounty.

Undaunted, he set forth in a new direction. No Voice of Doom could quell his spirits. There was a great wide world out there for the grabbing,

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and he had just the fists for the job.

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  1. Chari says:

    Love the Winslow Homer Paintings…..my kind of homeschooler! :)

    GREAT post………adorbale kid…looks familiar. :)

  2. Helen Russo says:

    Oh boy-red hair. See, I just knew it-that could be mike, right down to the clothing in action! He did the exact same thing, well, except before he could walk, he would push things Up to things and climb UP! Yeah, all our cupboards had locks, or sticks down the drawer handles. It made cooking more of a challenge. He loved the old fridge with the bottom door-lost more cartons of oj and milk…Oh, and the books-I had to squeeze them in, or they were just always all over the floor. Mike was and is a busy man! lol I hate to say this, but enjoy even in the chaos, becuase they grow up, mine is 19 and still going under instead of around and bullheadedly doing it his way.

  3. Karen Edmisten says:

    Sigh. Such cuteness. Sigh.

  4. sarah says:

    I must get my hands on him. I must. I must. Lissa, how can you stand to be around such utter adorableness all day long? I have such a penchant for fat, little forearms and his are too, too scrumptious.

    Good thing I’m on the opposite coast, I might hug him to pieces!!!

  5. Maria P says:

    How can one knight be so cute!

    And pudgy?

    My babies were like that and OH! I LOVE IT!

  6. Anna says:

    He’s really on the move! Watch out world.

  7. Mamalion says:

    Ah, yes. Life with boys. Ain’t it great? Just wait till they both get older, and the minute physical contact is made, you look over, and they’re wrestling on the floor. Never mind you’re in church….

  8. Alison says:

    tee, hee, hee! I’m glad to see we aren’t the only ones with these same adventures. I let my kids read this and they laughed and said, “sounds like Augie!”

    What’s up with using every chair and stool as a walker?

    My guy is a chubby bubbie, but your “side o’ beef” takes the cake!

  9. Lisa says:

    So cute! Way cuter than when my “Sir Destruction” leaves a 15-year old trail of mayhem as he looks for the STrawberry jam!

  10. Elizabeth@Frabjous Days says:

    How nice to make it a fairy story — more like a horror movie with my little Action Man!

  11. Helen (MaryVitamin) says:

    Very cute!

  12. Keri says:

    LOVE this – I have an curly headed, blue eyed, 18 month old knight with a twinkle in his eye and I can so relate!!!

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