On a completely different note, my son has found a love for the kitchen pantry.
Is this weird?
Yeah, maybe don't answer that...
Ok, so it all started a few weeks back when he stood at the pantry door and wriggled and jiggled the (already extremely loose) door handle until...WAH-LAH! The door opened!
He was nothing short of proud, people.
Wellllll, that became his mission, to open up that pantry door, at least 5 times a day.
At first he was satisfied with opening the door, shoving it wide open so that it would bang against the wall (I'm sure we'll have a lovely mark for some life long memories), taking the clip off of the cat food bag, and then closing it again.
Then that became old hat.
So about a week ago, when he opened the door, he realized that there was actually more than just a bag of cat food with the neat-o clip on it. It was a pantry filled with
Disclaimer: Please try your very best to ignore the mess that is my pantry. It's been neglected.
|Aw man! You found me!|
He decided to bring the book in with him.
|Mom, is this ok to play with?|
|Will this stay up here?|
|How am I going to sneak this out?|
|Alright, I'm outta here!|
|With a treasure from the pantry.|
This boy...always keeps me on my toes!