He had dumped out the container with all the blankets and burp rags and was hiding under it all. He thought is was a great game. The upside to this game, aside from entertaining him for a bit: since the blankets were out of the bin, I finally got around to throwing them in the wash, and now they're all fresh and ready for baby's arrival.
Another incident: Just yesterday I was in my room folding laundry. Luke was in the toy room, which is right next to my bedroom. Sounded like he was playing nicely. Every so often I'd hear him declare, "Yay, we did it!" He was having a good time. I went to check on him and found this:
He had taken all the legos, his race cars and track, all the stuffed animals, and all the books from the book shelf and made a big pile on the floor. He was quite proud of himself and not happy when I made him pick up everything. By the time I got the camera, he had put most of the stuffed animals away. He was originally trying to lie down on them on the big pile and rest.
He keeps me busy.