Max is almost 13 months. He's at that age where he's learning to be a toddler. He's walking. He's babbling. He's eating finger foods. He's exploring. He's a veritable walking wonderland of firing neurons. Recently, he's learned that cabinets are not just nice-ish pieces of wood that line the walls of the kitchen. They hold stuff too. (Please disregard the messy counter tops, it was dinner time)
Hey, check this out!
What are you doing Max?
Who me? Hey, there's more stuff back here...
You would not believe what's in here mom!
Uh, oh. Here comes Emmy.
Are you getting in with him?
Oh, you're shutting him in...