I'm not sure when my baby grew up.
The other day (Thursday) I thought that maybe Dean might like a walker to get around in. I called Stacey and she had one we could borrow.
I put him in it Thursday evening, and he seemed to enjoy it. Didn't really go anywhere, but liked it anyway.
Yesterday, I put him in it and ran to the bathroom. I came back and he had made his way around the kitchen, knocked the trash can over, and dug out two butter wrappers and was licking the butter off. (I made these cookies that morning. Umm, delicious.)
Mind you, he's only 7 months old. I have no CLUE how he did this, because really, he seems a little young to be getting into things.
He was covered in butter, and I had to laugh and grab my camera. He is obviously drawn to fattening foods...he must be my son.
He is the world's easiest baby, and this was definitely his first trouble-making experience. And it was mild. Unfortunately, knowing he is apprentice to masters of mischevious behavior, it will not be his last.