By now, our house is pretty much baby proofed. Or so I thought. This is what happens when you have a Super Climber Danger Baby™ and you let him run around while you poop (with the door open of course).
I realize that as the Mini gets older, The Bad Quiet gets more and more unnerving. And there are just not enough toys to occupy him for three minutes while I go to the bathroom.
While he may look like his father, his personality is all me. Right down to the lack of remorse for climbing up onto my desk and changing my flickr settings to Japanese.