The following pictures are perfect examples of what often happens when I'm trying to cook dinner, now that Nolan is walking around.

"There must be a way to get this lamp on the floor."

Tissues, which he joyously pulled out of the tissue box, stuck to his feet.

The mess.

"Did I do that?"

His first pair of big boy shoes. Apparently "shocks" are in, according to my sister who strongly encouraged me to buy these. They are incredibly cute.

Nolan sharing his recliner with his Aunt Stasia.