Unexpected disaster.

I got to see Elias today. He is so cute and has such an adorable personality already. I just can't hold him enough...well except when he starts crying ;) I've held plenty of babies but I always hold them like an egg--fragile and ready to crack with one false move...but Ashley and mom just handle him like a real person...I'm sure I'll warm up to that one day but for now, I'd feel really bad if I ripped an arm off or something. After dinner, we raced home because we were late getting back to feed Corky. The entire time, we were talking about what we were afraid he may have destroyed...he does that when he gets mad or feels lonely. The only thing we could think of that we had left that MIGHT be of interest to him was the tablecloth. We get home, fully expecting to see the aforementioned tablecloth in shreds to not finding Corky at all. Then we hear him barreling down the stairs...and we remember....we forgot to close the bedroom doors. Upstairs, we find clothes that had been in the dirty laundry strewn about, some shredded some looked as though they had simply been carried around for fun...and then over by the bed, the trashcan was tipped over and all the kleenex and random trash was EVERYWHERE. One thing about it, Corky certainly kept himself busy while we were gone.