Hinckley loves his new fire truck. Unless he gets stuck on it and can't get off, then not so much.
I love when he sticks his little butt up in the air...
He loves to get in my desk drawer and will not rest until he has pulled out this little measuring tape. Multiple. Times. A. Day.
Even though he can't go down the stairs yet (unless, of course, you count falling going down) the boys still shut the door leading down to the basement when they are playing games. Hinckley has already figured out that he is being "excluded" and does not like it one little bit. Good times are a coming.