Today's Item:

Part of a toy stacking set...

George's Favorite Watering Hole

I was going to do a post about my baby's relationship with the toilet, but then decided just to make it a growing list on the side of my blog, because no matter how hard we try to remember to close the doors to the bathrooms, somehow he still gets to the toilets.

It's like he has some sort of radar regarding the status of bathroom doors. That and the status of the breezeway door (that's where he can go to eat dog food--and he really likes dog food).

Naptime

I put George down for a nap about an hour ago. After 45 minutes of singing, talking, and mild protest crying, it is finally quiet. I turned on the baby monitor screen, just to confirm that he was asleep.

Um...he is sitting in his bed, pulling tissues, one by one, out of a box (not sure how he reached the box on the dresser--we'll have to look in to that one), and then, for good measure, he is tearing each tissue into tiny pieces.

I don't even know how to begin to score that one...how many tissues are in a box?

Mom: 1 (I got a shower)
Baby: 250 + whatever he tore into pieces?

I will be sure to snap a photo of the state of the crib...