
Yesterday it was noodles. Today it was dried apples.

He has moved beyond emptying my entire dresser every morning while I am in the shower. He mastered the heaviest drawer in the house today.

This afternoon Burke hauled this stool around the house to where ever he wanted to explore but couldn't. He settled on this drawer full of everything that doesn't have a place. I was ecstatic to have caught him when I did. A few minutes later I would have been picking up pencil shavings, pennies, notebooks, and half eaten glue sticks from off of the floor. (Note the garbage can on top of the counter.)

I moved the stool far away but came back in the kitchen to find Charlie on the counter (in his underwear) getting into the Halloween candy. His sidekick Burke with a glass in his hand only inches away from a very sharp butcher's knife. (Note to those taking photos of small children: Never take a photo of a baby with a glass in hand using your flash. Startled baby...dropped glass.)