So this morning Maxwell decided to bring down the house. Or specifically, a corner bookcase.
After I got him calmed down, I put him in his high chair with powdered donuts, M&M's and his blanket and turned on the TV to keep him occupied while I cleaned up the mess. You'd think from his wailing that I had just tortured him.
Couple large gashes in my previously perfect floor.
Mom can't catch a break around here.