You are obsessed with papa's desk trash-can. You roll on over, pick it up, bang on it and chew its edge. LUCKILY it is new and has only ever had paper in it. Still...gross.
Oooooookay-- This is a big-time catch-up post, but I am glad to say that my photo storage issues have been resolved! We are back in business, thanks to my smarty-party husband. I am now linking the URL after posting the pics to FB instead of loading the picture directly from my computer to the blog! Hurrah. Enjoy : )
Papa was rather put out by the fact that you would not listen to his story tonight. By the end you were really fussing and he exclaimed "THE END! Not that you deserve the end!" I don't even know what that meant, but it was funny.
I think you are trying to make a break for it here. Lately I have taught you how to stand on certain toys to see over the edge of your cage...didn't realize you'd get the concept so quickly!
11/3/12
Child, if you do not stop trying to stand up in the bathtub you are going to drive your mama insane. At least wait until you actually know HOW to stand properly : )
On Halloween you went to bed in your monster jamas, and mama and papa tried hard to beat the trick-or-treaters to the door so they wouldn't ring the bell twenty times and wake you! It worked....mostly.