why does that woman insist on buying me pajamas with snacks all over them? i can't eat them. ooh, the camera's pointed at me!
i wish i had some friends to send text messages to. what the hell, i'll just delete all of the ones in here.
why the hell did mom feed me so dang late tonight? oh, but i got a cookie. i like coo....zzzzzzzz.
maybe if i sit here really quietly, nobody'll notice that i figured out how to climb up onto the couch.
hey! what's that dog doing all the way over there?
closer...closer...damn. she's asleep.
screw it. i'm outta here. there's lots of other stuff to mess with over there.
if i just turn around, i won't fall on my head and freak anybody out.
wait, i'm tired. lemme just put my head down for a second.
okay, i'll start with one leg.
success! and i didn't even wake the dog up. whoo-hoo! now, where's my snack?
yeah, yeah, that was lame. but the bean learned how to climb up onto the couch last week (and surprisingly, how to get back down safely) and i wanted to post some pictures of it. and the other night, i watched her go from munching on dessert to falling asleep, right in her high chair. the hub and the teen just shook their heads and snorted as i tiptoed over with the camera in hand.
hey, you only get one chance to take a picture (or twelve, if you're me). i don't know why i have to keep beating this into their little peabrains.