maker of mischief

well, I know you wouldn't think it to look at these pictures, but this child, he is trouble. It seems that my time is mostly spent retrieving him from various places, such as the table, where he likes to stand, the ladder to his brother's bunk bed, the arm of the lounge, and basically any other dangerous precipice that presents itself.of course, the walking has started. There were a few shaky weeks, and then suddenly he got it and now there's no looking back, although the super-fast crawl is still in use when there is a ladder beckoning.but, there are also these lovely moments of concentration and curiosity. It's these moments that I treasure, they remind me so much of his brothers, especially fin, who used to build the most magnificent block cities, far greater than any I could ever hope to dream up. And it's these little things that keep reminding me of how little children really need...a few wooden blocks, maybe some pencils and paper and a good dose of imagination is all it takes. Oh, and a good ladder to climb on will never go astray.