1..2..3..4..5.. hey, where's number 6? As I examined the scene of the crime I determined the perpetrator to be less that 3 feet tall and most likely someone who liked apples. I turned to interview witnesses at the scene and found this:
"I did it." He said. "And I'd do it again."
Well, I guess Daddy will only have 5 apples to eat.
Later this evening Jack finally said Ma-Ma! A minute later Matt walked into the room and said "Where's Ma-Ma?" and Jack quickly pointed to me. Yay! A clear demonstration that I am not Da-Da II. Ah, victory, how sweet you taste.
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I HATE ANTS! We get a nice infestation of sugar ants at least once a year. So far *fingers crossed* we haven't had them. But I figure with a baby that likes to throw food on the floor, it's inevitable. Perhaps they will come in and eat themselves to death, and I will end up with dead ants AND a clean floor.
I love how he eats whole pieces of fruit like that! Cadence wouldn't have a clue what to do with a whole apple...or she would but she would hold it out and whine at me until I cut it into much more ladylike pieces.
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