So I was checking my email and such on this wonderfully quiet Monday morning, when I heard over my shoulder the sound of porcelain tinking against something else. Both my big girls are sleeping and the cat and dog are outside, so what in the world could that be. I turned around to see that my one year old son had found a way to climb up onto the dining table and was standing strait up, proudly in the center of the table, stirring my coffee with a marker and taste testing it for me. Apparently he approves of my coffee to milk ratio.