Magnus Thunder

That's Evan's tough alter ego name. He's such a sweet, smiley, chatty boy... until Magnus Thunder comes out. Magnus Thunder destroys everything in sight. I have very few pictures of Magnus Thunder because I cannot wield a camera and manage Magnus.

I posted before about how he uses his toys in alternative ways. He's recently figured out how to rip the noisy part off of one of them. And, he'll use any handheld toy that ends up in his hand as a hammer. Also, the sippy cup is a hammer too, and my kitchen table has the divots to prove it. And, to take the kitchen destruction one step further, he drops the sippy cup onto the tile floor-- I'm sure it doesn't have many more drops left in it-- and grabs the white curtains, but not until his hands are sufficiently grubby.

The other day, I left him playfully rolling around on the living room floor. I came back, no more than three minutes later, to find him flailing his arms and legs, happy as a clam, screaming in delight and covered in magazines. Ripping them, shredding them, soaking them with slobber.

Related to that, I like to sit on the living room floor and clip coupons on Sunday morning after our newspaper-like coupon book is delivered. He'll roll over and start pulling pieces out of the stack. I'll give him "his coupons"-- the glossy pizza ads usually hold up to his destructive ways the best-- and slide him across the room, away from my stack. He goes ca-razy with his coupons. Until he realizes that I still have coupons. Then he rolls back over and starts tearing at my stack again. I spend most of the time moving my stack away from him and saying, "Evan (Magnus), your coupons are OVER THERE!" I think he's a future super couponer.

He cannot be changed on his changing table anymore. He's like kamikaze baby the minute his butt hits the changing pad. He arches and twists and turns. He grabs the prepared diaper or his pajamas or whatever is laying close and starts chewing on it. He launches the diaper bin, the wipes, tissues and any other innocent bystander baby item onto the floor.  He is completely unfazed by having a crack full of poop. In fact, that might energize him to twist and flail even more violently. It's a game, a game that I'm not winning.

I have a feeling this is just the beginning of this kid's path of destruction...