Since it’s a crazy Friday night of online chat (that’s what’s cool, right? right?) I thought I’d salute you all with what looks like a photo from college. Didn’t most of us wake up at some strange angle in our dorm room beds at some point and say “how did that _______________ get here?” And I’m sure it wasn’t a vacuum cleaner attachment. I think we can expect squeaky clean behavior from William as he grows up.
Have a great night!
I know it’s Friday and you’re tired, but you have to bear with me while I explain these two pictures.
William loves his Daddy. He doesn’t like being left behind. On several occasions, he tried to follow Dan on errands by squeezing himself through the cat door. One such occasion captured on Dad’s cell phone above.
Of course, his melon is way too big to fit through the cat door (we have a small cat). The result is that he would wail until he exhausted himself like so (see below), as captured by mom’s digital camera in the aftermath of a separate, identical incident.
Unfortunately, puppy didn’t escape through the cat door in time, either.
May you all make your Friday escape more successfully!
You know those days when you wake up and hear the rain lashing the window (like today) and you just can’t seem to get yourself up and at ’em? Have you ever started to doze off in the shower or perhaps even crawled back into bed? Or have you crawled from your bed and collapsed into a fresh snooze on a hard piece of furniture like William? It is near the bed, after all. Cozy enough.
The good news. He is in his bed. The bad news…so is his chocolate milk. Although this looks like the aftermath of a college party.
(nod here to Brenna for the brilliant “Why Having a Toddler is Like Being at a Frat Party”)
A word to the wise for those of you who do not yet have toddlers. Those cups with the twist-and-lock lid are not really “locked.” Also, even bleach does not get out chocolate milk.