Happy Birthday, Toto!
Dogs are so much better than people.
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Happy Birthday, Toto!
Dogs are so much better than people.
I think you should come out June 23-27th of next year. IJS. You could crash in my hotel room. Double trouble.
That's so tempting, and I could drag T out to have fun with us to. As of right now, I think we're planning on going to Dallas either in November or January.
Tons of ~ma all around. There are too many sick loved ones in here.
We just picked up our new pantry from the store! It's so pretty, and when we finish filling it up, we'll have more space and more empty boxes!
Dammit.
The monkey has figured out she is able to get out of the bathtub of her own accord.
I wonder if I can find a baby gate for it.
Also, she is learning Russian. I don't know where from, but every time I ask her, "Are you done with your bath?" she yells, "NYET! NYET!" and runs back in the bathroom.
(The computer room is a smallish bedroom right off the bathroom so I'm only about 6 feet away from her for those moms (and dads) that involuntarily gasped at the thought of not being on the child whilst in the tub.)
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Happy Birthday toto!
Em withe the NYET is hilarious! Teach her to drink tea through a sugar cube.
Much ~ma for you BiL and MiL and all of you, Cashmere.
I'm sure there was other stuff I meant to respond to, but my brain's capacity is strikingly low.
I just dropped my tongs between the gap in the wall and the cabinet. I guess it's lost forever.
I liked those tongs.
Aaaaannnnnddd...in her forays from the tub into the computer room, she has soaked the floor, which is vinyl, and this has resulted in a fabulous slip and fall with a twist. She now has a beautiful red mark on the side of her face from her wipeout.
"Are you ok?"
t sobbing "Ye-hes-hes-hes."
"Are you done with your bath?"
"Ye-hes-hes-hes."
"Let's go put on jammers and have stories."
"NY-HET-HET-HET."
Oh, poor Em, but the sobbing nyet is too adorable.
Behind the cabinet, askye, or might you fish it out with an appropriately narrow broomstick or dowel?