I leave this kid alone for 5 seconds and he is into something. The other day my family was visiting and we lost him...for like 10 minutes. It seemed like an eternity! We even thought maybe someone had accidently let him outside, and went searching the neighborhood. Where did we find him? In the bathroom, scrub brush in hand, silent as can be, testing the waters.
Yesterday I found him in our closet, trying on about 10 of Brick's ties, along with a few shoes, belts, and a pair of my earmuffs.
As you can imaging, my house is a disaster. We use our ottoman as a barricade for the computer, and if we leave a bathroom door open, we are in big trouble. And he knows EXACTLY what he is not supposed to touch. How do we know? Because he gives a mischievous grin, waits till we realize what he is about to do, then makes a mad dash to do whatever naughty thing it is before we can get to him (and dude, this kid is quick!). But at the end of the day, we see this little face, and we can't stay mad at him.















