I'm not turning into a photo-blogger, I promise.

Yesterday was laundry day, and since I don't put laundry away immediately anyway, I used the baskets to fence in my very, very active child.
I want to get one of those fences for babies, but I always imagine Jack singing "Don't fence me in".









Now, Jack has geek in the blood. It's pretty well ingrained. Why then was I so surprised when he started showing the signs at four months? This is Jack with his remote, an old VCR one that I took the batteries out of.
He likes wires too. That's not so cute.