Goodbye baby

Today Young T did his best to convince me that he's no baby, he's a little boy.

~He escaped when someone left the front door open. I didn't know he could go so far, so fast.

~He opened the fridge to get some eggs. When he couldn't get the carton out, he ripped the side of it off to get to the eggs.

~He grabbed the table cloth while in the high chair, pulled it close enough to get the applesauce and spoon on it, and dug in.

~He continued his climbing expeditions. Neither tables nor chairs are safe from him.

It's time to baby-proof yet again and raise the level of supervision that boy gets.