Ian is getting into all kinds of things. And eating lint, chips of paint, and Cherrios that fall out of his pants. And probably other tasty morsels that he gets to before I realize it. (Before you call Poison Control, let me say that I did find the majority of the soggy paint chip on his cheek. So he didn't swallow the whole thing.)
A new way to enjoy his excersaucer.
This "sleep sack" is adorable, isn't it? It only slightly impedes crawling.
Helping me sort the mail. 

Stuck in the coffee table.
Climbing over everything. 

Pulling funny faces
Stuck in the coffee table.