it's a tough life

It was a typical morning in our house. I was straightening up, Noah was whining. I swear... the kid doesn't have an off button. It's constant. I think someone is trying to get back at me for all the whining that I did growing up. I personally don't think I did it in excess however my Mother, bless her heart, assures me that I most definitely did.

Any old how, I've just come to accept the fact that my days from now on will be accompanied by a healthy dose of baby whining. Most of the time I try to tune it out. It doesn't always work. This particular day I came into the living room investigating the source of even more whining than usual to find this...

The poor little duffer hardly knew what to do with himself.

I was thinking a little something like this.. I wonder how long he would last under there and exactly how much I could get accomplished while he was otherwise "occupied". Hmmm

No, I thought... Surely he would just whine even louder (if that's possible) And so I freed the little captive and he went on to do great and important things throughout the rest of his day...

Like looking super cute...

He's really really ridiculously good at it