Our house is loud. Very loud. And constant. And messy. And many other wonderful things, but when it gets quiet that means I have to get up and go looking.
So Henry was playing in the play room the other night and got quiet to I whipped around to make sure he was still alive and he was doing this:
There's a mirror on that panel on the walker. And it never gets old sticking out your tongue. Or wearing mismatched shoes with your dinosaur pajamas after giving Ollie the Octopus two drinks.