These days, Martin likes to let us all know that he needs a little time alone.  Some privacy.  His favorite time of day to escape is during dinner, when everyone else is occupied and there's not a chance that anyone is going to seek out his company.  I don't mind, mostly because it's a lot easier to feed one child than two, and he eats small meals all day long so I know he's getting enough to keep his busy body going.  The only problem is that since I'm busy with dinner, it usually takes me awhile to realize that I haven't heard any noise from whatever room he's supposedly occupying.

This period of silence is never a good thing.  In the past, it's meant that he's been doing something dangerous like stacking up the books in his room to build a ladder so he could reach a high shelf.  Or he's broken off a child-proof lock by hitting it with my shoe and is actually in the garage.  Or, he's moved furniture to reach a bottle of lotion and is sliding around the floor with his oh-so-soft and lubed-up body.  But lately, it means he's somewhere in the house hiding.  Naked.

Here's how I found him tonight:

I'm not sure how long he'd been in there.  Although these aren't his normal traits, when he's hiding he is both patient and stealthy.  And again, nude.  Maybe I shouldn't really look for him during these times.  If I leave him alone long enough, maybe he'll finally decide that going without diapers is a much better way to go.  The nudity part will probably take care of itself. It will be fall soon and he's bound to get chilly.