He doesn't just walk, he runs. There is no baby gate that will contain him. He has no fear and knows no boundaries. (Even though I spend all day every day trying to enforce them.)
He is a 15-month, 31 pound, 34.5 inch tower of terror. He is commonly known as the climber of couches, thrower of food, and destroyer of all things nice.
He also is called "Will-da-Beast" by big sister Lucy, a very fitting nickname.
Good thing he's so cute.
(And even better that he'll start going to "play school" for nine hours a week later this month! Hoping that his teachers can tame the beast and that Mama can start writing again!)