Smarty-Pants

He's learned to go down the stairs. {Although he still makes me nervous.}

He's learned to take his hippo-walker out by himself and walk around with it. {Although he still needs me to turn him around when he's hit a wall, a bookcase, or major appliance.}

He's learned to feed himself like a pro.{Although he's been doing this for a while--I think he now actually prefers his turkey and veggie bits to Mommy and the spoon.}

He's learned to scream like a banshee dying a painful death when he wants my attention. It's killing me... and I don't know what to do about it. It seriously makes me want to stick my finger in my eye, up into my brain--and swirl it around.
{Although, I guess he is communicating. Smarty-pants.}