We call him our little billy goat, because he is a Climber with a capital "C". This boy climbs people, and sofas, and pillows, and books, and toys, and baby gates, and stairs. Calling him our little billy goat also works because he's really great at putting any and everything into his mouth. You know, like Gregory the Goat.
The trouble is, he looks so cute getting into all that mischief that its hard not to smile and chuckle at how far his curiosity and energy take him.
*Sigh*
Just look at that little diapered hiney and those chubby little cankles!
You can try climbing those stairs as much as you want, you roly poly sweet pea!
Boys will be boys.
Which explains why Newbie spent the better part of our grocery trip today happily screeching at the top of his lungs, and why the Hubs is in the basement playing with an assortment of drills and saws and wood while Newbie naps this morning. They are ALL boy.
And I love 'em.
Wishing you all a scream with joy at the top of your lungs through the grocery store kind of Saturday!
Haha! So cute! Hard believe he's able to climb stairs already... goodness! :) I agree... it is SO hard when their little selfs explore and sometimes find their sinful nature too. :)
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