This pic is truly my days in a nut shell. "The Bennett" as Uncle Frank calls him, finds joy in the simple things. You know, ripping things, throwing things, opening, slamming, squishing, breaking, slapping, and I could go on, but I digest. He has a real talent for destruction. Which means, my back always hurts because of the time spent bending over to do damage control. And the weirdest part is, I love it. Even when he's throwing a tantrum while I'm changing a dirty diaper. And though that's a recipe for disaster, I don't care. I waited so long for this little destructo! I completely understand when people say it's like having your heart walking around outside your body. And it's the best feeling. :)