Matt is one unique kid. He is the busiest kid I've seen (since Joey). Nothing is off-limits to him, at least that's what his motto is. I'm not sure what this one will turn out to be, but I'm guessing something very dangerous. Maybe a tight-rope walker, human canon ball, or flame thrower. Those are my best guesses.
Here are some pics of him in a more tame mood than usual. He uses a carrot as a utensil. Its sole purpose is shoveling ranch dip into his mouth.
He loves the new spot for his horsey, right by the window, so he can look outside and sing a song while he rocks.
I've been re-arranging the entire house to make it feel new again (hey, if it keeps me from buying new house, or even new furniture, it's worth it). But Matt thinks he can do the same thing. I've been finding everything that he can physically carry in the strangest places. I found all the guitar hero equipment in one of the basement bedrooms. I find every pillow in the house in a new place every day. And bright and early yesterday, he pulled all of the chairs he could manage out into the hallway. Then he sat down in one, called me over, and patted the seat next to him. He grabbed his baby, and there we sat for a few minutes.
I love this kid!
