Love is blinds

Bradshaw loves his daddy. He endlessly watches the apartment door for him to walk in. (He seems to have superhero hearing--he'll perk up and look towards our door when any of our neighbors key their locks.)
Once, I thought, "I'll open the door and show him that no one is there." But as I moved to open the door he began panting in excitement. I usually go to the door to greet Dustinn and poor Bradshaw saw my action as a confirmation.

Bradshaw also loves the blinds. He can bounce his walker over to the blinds from any point in the house.

Sometimes he gets too greedy; he'll be holding 4 or 5 and struggling to grab that next one. What a cutie.