Saturday, June 6, 2009


I was making dinner and decided to search the house for dirty dishes to wash while the food cooked (a woman's gotta multi-task). I heard my little baby playing in the living room, or so I thought.

But when I craned my neck around the chimney to look for him, I saw nothing.

I listened closer, and looked in the direction of his coos.

And found him. Here.

Um, excuse me? How did you get there?

Pretty proud of yourself, huh?

How are you going to get out? Oh, you want me to get you out?

Ok, but only because you're My Lovey. And I can't resist.