Frame the Shot

We were rearranging rooms yesterday at my request. As we were placing the dresser drawers, a few were sitting out. Connor fit perfectly standing up inside the drawer and played happily while we finished the rest of the drawers. He was talking and yelling, so Ian came in and decided he needed to try it out too. He didn't quite have the same fit as Connor, but apparently it was just as much fun.

Again, why do we spend money on toys, when they find their own entertainment? Now, as a disclaimer, we were there with the boys at all times. And after all the moving about, I decided that we should sell that dresser and get a lower, sturdier one.

On another note, Connor's outfit was chosen by my husband and I take no responsibility for the stripes and plaid combination. I hate to think what fashion faux pauxes (sp?) were committed in my absence last week. Connor adds his own teenage style sense by sticking his hand down the back of his pants and diaper so that a touch of cleavage shows. This happens routinely. Either I have a future teenager (pull up your pants, kid!) or a plumber.