Our house is on the market. Finally. I don’t know how we made it, but we did. Getting to this point was not without drama, of course. Between the installation of our new windows (1/2 of which don’t work right so they have to come back) by a bunch of Neanderthals who left pieces of our old windows (as memoirs, I guess) all over our yard the day before our realtor came to take pictures… and the plumber that was at our house til 12:30am this morning fixing a tiny little leaking water problem that flooded our bathroom last night… there’s no question what drove me to the chocolate binge I’m on right now. Mr. Goodbar always cheers me up. He’s sweet that way.
ANYWAY….
Chase has decided it is possible to move from one piece of furniture to the next, but he hasn’t grasped the concept that he can actually move his feet to help him get there. His new trick is to let go of one piece of furniture and thrust the top half of his body toward the other piece of furniture and grab on for dear life. Kind of like those flying squirls who jump from tree to tree.
After he lands, THEN he moves his feet. And he laughs the entire time. I tell you, who needs TV? This kid is entertainment.
After he lands, THEN he moves his feet. And he laughs the entire time. I tell you, who needs TV? This kid is entertainment.
1 comment:
Ha! I can totally picture that! Jacob has a attempted a few lunges of his own, too. Poor guy keeps getting left in his sister's dust.
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