Berry Picking!

The little booger was surprisingly helpful when we went blueberry picking this morning. We had a great time-- and will definitely do this again. The little guy spent the first few minutes sampling the goods.

He also enjoyed wandering around with his very own bucket.

By the end, though, he was really getting down to business. Look at him go!

Chick-Fil-A!

The adults in this house love us some Chick-Fil-A and, luckily, the little booger does too.

Yummy!

Man-House!

I was away on business for two nights earlier this week-- which was long enough for the little booger to devolve into cave-toddler behavior. He's a rampaging and shirtless Godzilla!

I should be counting my blessings that he's improving, though. Here's what he looked like while I was gone (he was under the careful supervision of his dad, Pops, and fun college-student cousin):

Splish Splash

The little booger and his cousin got to take their baths together Saturday night. There was screeching, laughing, splashing, and a ton of this face for both of them:

What fun! (The giant lump on his forehead was from the playground incident.)

Self-Service

Our new refrigerator has the freezer on the bottom. The little stinker loves to open the freezer and let the cold air blow on him. (He's his daddy's boy!) One day he'll figure out where the ice cream is, and then we'll all be in trouble.

Dang!

We managed to go a while since his last giant face-plant... until last night. He slammed his face into a wooden step at our neighborhood playground. It looked a lot better this morning than we expected, thank goodness.

Guard(ian) Dog?

Poor Sadie tried to keep the little booger from climbing down the stairs today (the baby-gate is coming soon!) I swear she looked at me like "I tried to stop him, but you know how he is."