The Little Tornado. That's Carter's nickname and has been since he started crawling around 9 months old. That being said, you can imagine what my house looks like some days. I've said many times that it's a good thing he's so darn cute...
These are looks he's given himself in the last few days. I laughed so hard when I found him in the first look that Britney thought I had lost my mind. Then he rolled his eyes when he saw Carter in his favorite purple hat (it's Ashlyn's) and the pink princess slippers.
The second picture was after Carter somehow came across a Sharpie that had been left out on the counter and decided he needed some tattooing. It's times like this that I hold onto the first picture - to remind me why I shouldn't kill him.
By the way - my son does have clothes. This is a phase we're going through called potty training and his favorite part is taking off ALL his clothes to go to the bathroom. Somehow, they never seem to make it all back on when he's finished.