With his new found freedom and height, I was cooking one day and had gotton in the fridge to get something out of it, when he spotted his sippy and decided to go for it.
He would grab the sippy, take a drink, put it back, get down and then go through all the motions again. He loves being in the fridge. Every time I get in it, he is right there to lend a hand. He sorts the condiments in the door, samples the fruits and veggies from the produce drawers (quality control,) and throws things that are round to make sure they are sound, and roll.
He also loves to close the fridge. Luckily we haven't gotten any fingers smashed in the process. Knock on wood.
Sorry about the last picture. It is not the best, with his herpes (cold sore virus) outbreak all over his check, but he is so cute standing there in the fridge saying ieee (cheese!) for the camera.


