That boy.

Needs a bell. When he's not talking it means he's into something and you'd think I'd learn. The following are the pictures I've taken to document. 

Not pictured, the poop, lotion and blistex disaster. You can thank me latter.

Wanting privacy while using the potty he closed the door.

I forgot he was in there until I quickly remembered.

Lipstick seconds as blush.

 When I realized I couldn't hear the legos clinking any longer:

"Low-tin"

 This one I allowed. I could here him playing with the tape, I half expected the cat to be taped to the wall.

Scotch tape= Mommy running tape

He was painting. On paper. Until....

My hands are as full as my heart with this boy.