He's always, always, always trying to "help" me type on my computer. His busy little hands are sure cute, but sometimes I really need to get some things done, you know? Today I had a stroke of genius and dug up Dallin's old, broken computer for him to play with. He was in heaven... And maybe a little confused when I didn't stop him from banging on the keys to his heart's delight.
Also, he loves to pull off his socks, which means there isn't a corner of the house that isn't hiding stray little baby socks. Silly dude.