Hello...my name is Trouble

What happens when Mom lets me pick out my clothes..."I'd rather be naked" t-shirt, snowpants, and a red heart vest.

I got the yogurt container away from Mom at breakfast. Ha.

Aren't I hilarious?

And a mess.

Tackling Uncle Sean.

Showing off my new climbing skills. This can only mean trouble.

"Look Mom and Dad...the windowsill makes a great seat."