Obsessed

Recently J has become absolutely OBSESSED with my bedside table. Whenever he catches our bedroom door open, he crawls as fast as he can (that's right, he's completely able to walk that far on his own, but refuses to do so) to my table, pulls himself up, and begins arranging, examining, and talking to his favorite objects. His new best friends are my various lotions, chapsticks, picture frames, eyeglass case, and books. He throws one of his temper tantrums if you try to get him away from the table. Can't wait for the terrible two's! They should be SO much fun!




Hmmm... a natural glow?


I think this may give me that sun kissed look I'm after...


I'll just take these and be on my way...