Little Stinker

I ran upstairs to get him some new clothes after I changed him.

In the two minutes I was gone, he darted from our family room to our playroom and was rummaging around in one of the toy bins searching for contraband.

I always forget how quick they are once they learn to crawl.

And, that the most interesting things to them are the things they can't have. (Still learning this one at 30-something.)

Little stinker.

He looks totally guilty.

But, oh that face. And, that diapered-bottom. And, that perfectly smooth skin.

Love my gettin'-into-everything baby boy.