Mess maker, mess maker, make me a mess . . .

So, I turned around the other day to discover that Andrew had pulled all his toys off the shelves, dumped everything out of its container, and dumped out approximately 8 puzzles . . . I asked what he was doing and he said (quite proudly, I should add), "I'm making a BIG mess!" At least he's honest.


Messes aside, he can be a sweet boy. Today, we had Evelyn propped on a pillow on the floor and her pacifier kept coming out, so she kept crying. Andrew asked, "Should I go talk to her?" and then laid down beside her and tried to give her her binkie. Evelyn didn't appreciate the gesture, but I sure did.