What a monkey. And I love the striped socks from Tina Kitt. They're hilarious.
Do not ask me why there's a Christmas Tree cookie cutter in the sink, Jack. I honestly have no idea. That thing hasn't been used since '02 when we were in our first apartment and made cookies to take to Des Moines with us.
I hesitated in posting these because the background shows an absolute kitchen emergency (and the mess was made in a single day, mind you), but they're too cute to dismiss. While Mom was working out last night in the living room, Jack and Dad did dishes. In order to keep him out from under Amy's feet, I ran some suds in the sink and let him play.