K, we get it, you can crawl, but you’re being a nosy-rosie about it.

For the first week or two crawling, you were like:

“I can go three feet over here to mama, or back over here, to dada.”

Now you are just into everything.

And, second kid, we can’t stand over you constantly like we did with H.

So H is playing, I am making coffee, mom is getting dressed for work, and you are essentially coming and going as you wish.

You pick up everything, open every drawer, chew every item, and rummage your way through the entire house.

So much so that when mom catches you, she sometimes calls you “Nosy-Rosie.”

You were in the bathroom this morning propped up on the open bottom drawer chewing on a hairbrush.

I asked what you were doing, you startled and looked at me like I caught you with your hand in the cookie jar.

Bending down, I scooped you up giving you a hug and kiss on the cheek.

You are so curious and perfect right now.

I love you.

–Dad