It's all coming back to me

When McKay was a Matthew's age we always had lots of surprises.  We would go to the bathroom and see telephones floating in the toilet, or preheat the oven, only to realize the remote control had been put inside and was now melting.  We had pennies in our car stereo that were somehow blowing fuses, and twice he broke my tooth.  

Then I had girls.  Ten years of girl toddlers spoiled me a bit.  Not once did I find any surprises in the toilet.  Don't get me wrong, we've had our years of excitement, but it's been amazing to see Matthew replicating McKay's early behavior almost exactly.  The other day he couldn't wait to see the bathroom door left open so could quickly throw the string cheese in the toilet.  He loves the garbage, and can't wait for you to sweep so he can pilfer through the piles of debris.  We love our little tornado, but boy does he keep us on our toes. 

 He loves to bite.  And pull hair.  But he does it in an innocent cute kind of way.

Sierra and Savannah tried to build a barricade.  They drug every chair from the house and built a little "prison" so he wouldn't keep interrupting their activities.  He's getting quite adept at walking.  I think he's up to 15 steps.  He definitely prefers it to crawling now.  I can't believe my baby is almost one.  I jokingly comment that I think Heavenly Father knew we would need five older children to help keep him safe.  I call him the boy with five mothers.