Peeping Tom

Ever since I moved Mason's changing table over by the window, diaper changes have been much more difficult. Try wrestling someone into a diaper who seems to desperately need to know what's going on in the parking lot at all times.

And it's not just diaper changes. It's all the time. Peeping at everything and everyone. At lunch the other day, he stared at the ladies at the table next to us the whole time we were eating. I have to feed him in the dark or I can't even get him to pay attention long enough to eat. He's so aware and so curious and wanting to learn about everything. You can't sneak anything past this kid.

Although, while Mase was occupied with watching the man downstairs walk his dog, I managed to sneak in and get four or five pictures of his naked bum without him knowing. Looks like he's going to have to pay a little closer attention if he wants to keep up with his mama.