Boys will be boys

This morning I smelled something funky so I asked Stinky if he pooped...he stuck his hand in his diaper and pulled out a handful...a simple 'yes' would have been great. He then tried to hand it to me...eww

We moved him out of the crib when he realized how to climb out of it at about 18 months old. Stinker. At that point he was still short enough not to be able to open his door...so if I *really* needed mommy time he would at least be contained. not anymore. He can open the door. In an act of sheer desperation I put a 'child-proofing' door knob cover on his door...he took it off and came downstairs handed it to me and told me he broke it. Time for plan 'b'.