I guess every child needs one of these:

Yum!

I'm not sure who taught him to lick the bowl, but cleaning spaghetti sauce out of baby hair really sucks. Too bad its too frickin cute.

Colby...

Son,

you will gain all your wisdom from me. Now isn't that a scary thought? Especially coming from the lady who taught you the most important skill of all. When daddy goes into the bathroom and shuts the door, I taught you to wiggle your fingers under the door while saying "hi dad!"

You're welcome.

Mama

Accident Prone

Ok, the story for this boo-boo. He was toddling down the hall and tripped over daddy's foot, head first into the corner of the door jam. Immediately, it was the size of a golfball, with bruising right away. It keeps swelling and swelling. It looks horrible, and its going to look even worse tomorrow.
Don't mind the stains on his shirt, apparently M & M's are good bribes for boo-boos.

Eye Candy for Grandma

Let the swooning begin.

Little Boy

I had my first studio photo shoot this past weekend, and as I was setting up, The Colbster wanted to give the chair a try. Happy face!

There was a little house...

There was a little house that was full of chocolate. Every day when mommy gets home, he gets to open a door. He loves opening them and finding candy in them. After we put him down to enjoy his candy, he'll want to climb back up. He'll point and exclaim "THAT!"

Its a mystery

The Crime scene:

Somebody climbed the Christmas tree during the night and flattened the top branches. The tree resides between the couch and a stack of toys, so it was possible for anyone to climb and jump.

The (usual) suspects:

Harley:

Looks suspicious, standing in close proximity to the tree, hiding behind her paw

Faustie:

Won't look you in the eye. Looks repentant.

Colby, alias- the Colbster:

Smirking, has working toy knowledge, enjoys irritating mom & dad when they're not looking.

So the question is, Whodunnit?