He's all over the place.

He's unstoppable. He's crawling everywhere, pulling himself up, cruising the couch and getting in trouble. Definitely time for the baby gates.

Standing tall. He pulls himself up with the couch to stop by and visit me. And steal the remote.

Gross.

Someone is suffering from a severe case of bed head. 

OK, much better. Nothing a comb and some spit couldn't tame.

"Wait. What do you mean by spit?"

Taking a little walk with Daddy.

See, this is what happens when you turn your back. He's as bad as the cats.

"Is there a problem?"

Hanging out and playing with his toys.

And yes, I think a tornado did rip through my living room.