Gone in 60 Seconds

Here are a series of iPhone photos taken when William was about 11 months and just discovering his new-found sense of mobility. Crawling, check. Pulling up, mastered. Curiosity, on overdrive. Caffeinated formula, perhaps?


1:15 p.m.
Why were these boxes piled so neatly in the hall when they're much more fun thrown open to reveal my playtime confetti?

1:17 p.m.
Who knew I could rock climb up the front of the dresser and use my monkey arms to rip off the last delectable sticky note labeling the drawer contents? Not Mom.

1:19 p.m.
After being stripped of my sticky-note sucker, I turned my last burst of energy in finding a hiding place from the lady always intervening in my quest for apartment domination.

1:30 p.m.
Naptime. Not for me, but for mom. Mission accomplished.