... naughty little boy!

Today, after I went to the bathroom really quick, I came back to find this:


Elliot had pulled out, emptied, and climbed into the drawer beneath the stove.

I said, "what are you doing, silly boy?" and this is the response I got:





THEN, only a few hours later, I was blowdrying my hair, and peeked into the kitchen again to discover-


That Elliot had figured out how to open the pantry. This was literally the ONLY cabinet in the kitchen not locked, because it has really tall doors, so he has nowhere to grip onto in order to pull it open. I've watched him try to open it before, and he could never figure it out... so I have a sneaking suspicion that our cat Charlie may have been the culprit. Especially since he just so happened to be poking his head into the pantry...


As I was taking the above picture, he proceeded to dump out a box of spaghetti...




I figured, since it was already dumped all over the floor, I might as well let him play with it.


... but I forgot that the FLOUR was also on that same shelf.


He had a grand time playing, but it was less fun for me to clean up.



What can I say, other than boys will be boys?

It is absolutely impossible to stay mad at this little guy. One minute, he's doing something bad, and the next, he's snuggling up against my chest or giving me a kiss! He is one of the sweetest babies I've ever met. Seriously. I'm not just saying that because he's my son, either.


See? Snuggling with Daddy {and his beloved blankie} after his nap.


Getting into trouble is exhausting!!

... I'll have TWO of these little troublemakers before I know it, too. Oh boy!