Malcolm at 16 months
*Note the socks.
He picked out his own socks today. He took the cute little dino socks I picked out from my hands, tossed them behind his back and then carefully selected a red striped sock and tried to put it on his foot. I tried to reintroduce the dino socks and he got mad. Instead he went into his sock basket and chose a sock for his other foot.
My baby is all grown up.
(Except he still doesn't walk or talk, but other than that...)