Mr. T

From the moment we got to hold Trevor in the doctor's office (yes, that's right doctor's office not the hospital), I knew things were going to be different with this little one.



Don't get me wrong, we had it very easy with Gretchen. He's just so much more laid back about things. A little adjustment to a schedule here and there doesn't freak him out like it does Gretchen. He's also my little monkey. We sure don't remember Gretchen climbing at such an early age like Trevor does. His favorite trick is to climb on the back of the couch and to stick his hand in the fish tank. Gretchen thinks it's funny to watch Trevor go fishing with his hand. He's bound and determined to catch one of those guys.



His latest trick is the kitchen table. Move out the chair, push the cushion on to the floor and up I go. I have figured out most of the time it's his way of telling me he's hungry. There's no doubt about it, he's Ray's kid. Trevor is constantly caring tools around. He's always looking for something to fix or maybe brake and then fix. :)




He has this little habit of picking things up and hiding them from you. He seems to think it's absolutely hilarious especially when you question him. He just gives you one of his "I'm innocent" look. We're currently missing the bathtub plug. Ray and I have searched everywhere in this house and no luck.

Yep, that's our Mr. T.