Crazy Petey...

I suppose it's more fitting for all of the boys to be crazy instead of just two.  I mistakenly thought Pete would be our laid-back, easy child.  Heh heh.  Silly Beth.  Pete is just as spirited, spunky, and silly (all euphemisms for LOUD) as the two before him.

Proof, all taken within the last week:

Pete refused to get dressed.  Found necklace and put it on.
Furious because I didn't give him 3rd popsicle.  Here he is hanging
his chunky little self off of the freezer door in protest.

 He seriously eats at least 5 popsicles a day.
I've given up.  And at least these are yogurt ones.

I swear he wears clothes during the day!
He usually goes through a few outfits every day...

If I can't find Pete (which apparently happens regularly),
this is almost always where he is.  Hiding in daddy's shirts.

He dragged this beast up and down the aisle for a good 30 mins.

Uh-oh.

This is how I found him.  Your guess is as good as mine.
And man, he's naked again.  Hmmph.  Maybe he isn't dressed
as often as I think he is.  Don't judge... we're busy over here!  ;)

Happy because he's eating.  (Oatmeal for anyone wondering.)

...and that would be rice.  He insisted on serving himself.

At least crazy wears a baby out!  Pete's a fantastic, marathon-like sleeper.

I have to admit, I really prefer people who have a little spunk... pizzazz... je ne sais quois, if you will.  Apparently someone was listening because I definitely got some kids with spunk.  But you know what?  I like the crazy.