Oh Walter, Walter, Walter

Lately I find myself saying, "Oh Walter, Walter, Walter," when he gets into things he shouldn't. I just haven't gotten it in my head that he can do most anything he sets his mind to- and he has a big sister to show him how.

Moved the step stool over there all by himself.

Resourceful isn't he. Now he can even get into the kitchen drawers.

Mac, his lovie, took a swim in the toilet so he had to have a bath too.

Not happy that Mac is locked in the washing machine.

This race track got us through the flu.

All boy. All about cars.

The paci really brings out his eyes.

More tunnel fun.