I've started to develop an ear for quiet. Quiet = trouble. If Charlie is quiet for too long, something has him completely fascinated. Sometimes it is harmless--like reading his books in his room or taking all the clothes out of his laundry hamper. Usually it's TROUBLE--like pulling all the kleenex out of a box, or tearing the jackets off the books on the shelves one little tiny teeny piece at a time.

Today it meant he had snuck out onto the balcony and was having a grand time tea partying with the potted plants! (There were even clods of dirt in his diaper!!!)
3 comments:
You can keep the boy out of the jungle, but you can't take the jungle out of the boy! I'm rootin' for ya, kid.
mud pies anyone?
But he looks so cute and innocent!
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