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LINCOLN DANGER WERLING

Not all boys are as disgusting as you think...But mine is worse! No, really, there should be a new description of nasty in the dictionary with the picture of my third child! 

Not only does he play in the trash, eats things off the floor, stick stuff in the toilet and then back out again, but he is fascinated with Poo!!!  It is unreal the amount of poop this child has come in contact with over the short span of his two-year life. No, not just his. Although, that is his favorite.
I know what you're thinking. What is wrong with her? Why doesn't she keep a closer eye on her child? It's because this kid has to have been some sort of stealthy ninja in a previous life! Literally, I go to the bathroom to brush my teeth or apply a little bit of make up and I come out and it's like I've entered a tipped over Port-O-potty disguised as my living room. I believe we've touched base about how he likes to be naked, and stick his hands in his pants. Is there a doctor I can talk to about this kind of thing? Because I haven't found one yet! My doc just looks at me like I'm a spaz until I say, "ha ha I'm only joking!" 
Once when the dog was potty training, I found Linc squishing IT into the hall carpet like it was Play Dough. And the dog was sitting next to him...watching. I just rolled that carpet up and tossed it. Sometimes you have to choose your battles. 
If you're still with me and haven't thrown up yet, you should feel a sigh of relief now because we're moving on.
Along with touching fecal matter his favorite game is to hit mommy and well, everyone...and everything.

It's should come as no surprise that he was originally due on the day the world was supposed to end. December 21, 2012 ring a bell? Just seconds ago he smacked me with a toothbrush because I was trying to take it away from him. (Again, pick your battles.) He's in the bathroom now "brushing his teeth". I'll just clean up the mess later. I wasn't even mad when he came home from preschool with a big bite mark on his face. He must've done something to make that other child mad and truthfully, he probably deserved it!
Lately his newest thing is moving a stool around the kitchen and well, over the house to get anything he wants down or open. He's really good at raiding the fridge and eating three or four Greek yogurts before I find him looking like this:

 Only time will tell where this little Monster boy will take us. 

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  1. What??!!! Someone but that sweet angel? That is not ok with this aunt! Find out who did this!
    Love you Lincy

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