I left Matthew to play on the floor in his bedroom near the round blue thing in the back of the picture. When I came back, this is where I found him. He's still not crawling, just efficiently scooting but I think we're in trouble.
Meanwhile, in their various states of frustration with me and the steam mop (sidenote: a scooting baby makes sweeping/mopping the floors daily imperative), the pets lined up to mope on the steps. Until
this stops being a joke and I can find one at Wal-Mart, I'll likely have very mopey pets. Olivia disapproves of Iris's lack of participation in the boycott . . .
until she realizes that Iris had gone rogue and was protesting from above the steps.
At least Olivia doesn't hold a grudge and they're back to being best buds.
And last but not least, one cute, spinach and yogurt covered baby.
Meanwhile, in their various states of frustration with me and the steam mop (sidenote: a scooting baby makes sweeping/mopping the floors daily imperative), the pets lined up to mope on the steps. Until this stops being a joke and I can find one at Wal-Mart, I'll likely have very mopey pets. Olivia disapproves of Iris's lack of participation in the boycott . . .
until she realizes that Iris had gone rogue and was protesting from above the steps.
At least Olivia doesn't hold a grudge and they're back to being best buds.
And last but not least, one cute, spinach and yogurt covered baby.
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