Good Boy

I'm probably going to pay for this post tomorrow (he often likes to disprove the nice things I write about him), but Walt has been an exceedingly cooperative little boy today.  As I was rushing around this morning trying to get my clothes ironed, lunches packed, bed made, blah, blah, blah . . . this is what Walt was doing:

He probably sat there for a solid ten minutes (which is a very long time for a toddler to sit still!), just flipping through his Richard Scarry's Best Word Book Ever.  Then, this afternoon, a few minutes after he dumped the toy basket in the living room all over the floor, I look up to see that he has put all of the toys neatly back in the basket.

He definitely has a bit of neat streak in him, proving that he is a true Spickler (trust me, that trait did not come from the Crouch side).  Once we showed him how to put his sippy cup in the cup holder on his highchair tray, it simply could not go anywhere else.  If we give him the sippy cup that's too big for the hole, he has a fit trying to jam it in anyway. 

All this is not to say that he isn't capable of making a gigantic mess -- one of his favorite things to do everyday is to dump out the entire bag of mega blocks in his floor -- but he seems to take almost as much pleasure in cleaning up his messes as making them.  Definitely his father's son.