a few more pictures...

just add these shots to yesterday's blog. Elise declared Wednesday's as "PJ/Movie Day" for the summer. Mitchell doesn't like that idea. I went in to the bathroom for 2 minutes (is that TOO much to ask for!?!) Apparently... When I came back, he was on the (very tipsy) 3legged stool on top of the coffee table. And he was so proud of himself.

"huh? who me?"

Then he was happier when he started jumping OFF the coffee table. hilarious. and fairly coordinated, actually.

BOY

Elise and Ainsley were/are pretty 'active' girls. They love to run and play, Ainsley has tons of energy, Elise loves to be crazy and goofy, but NOTHING prepared me for a toddler BOY. So many people said, "Oh, just wait until he's mobile- he'll never slow down. Wait until he runs everywhere and crashes into everything and is a little tornado". I kind of dismissed them and thought, "whatever, my girls are active and exhausting...how much more can a boy do?" Uh... We're there.

Mitchell is a total riot and absolutely a crazy little boy. Ok, I MAY still call him a 'baby boy' around the house, but you didn't hear that from me... it's hard to let this one grow up... and regardless of what ANYONE says, he's NOT TURNING TWO in 3 months.

He's developing quite a little attitude (it was bound to happen- he's around females all day!) and is so adorable..as he's trying to scale the couch, the kitchen table, the tv stand, etc... He also likes to jump off each item as soon as he gets to the top. At least we get warning sometimes- he's got a cute little yell that means "HERE I COME!"...I can recognize it from 2 rooms away and usually get to him in time. usually. The great thing about a boy, though, is that even when they fall from 3 or 4 feet up, they crash, MAYBE cry for 10 seconds, and then want to do it again...

It's really fun. and tiring. I now have more sympathy for my friends that have 3 young boys to chase around... but, whatever... I'd rather deal with THIS than the drama of girls most days!

I went in to get him up the other morning and this sweet little face was smiling at me. I promise his shirt didn't start out like that.


Then he started giggling and pointing to the corner of the guest bed in his room... where he'd thrown every single item out of his crib (with pretty stellar accuracy)...

And then he 'told' me the story of it all... with giggles, pointing, and TONS of joy. I love it.

Also, with the girls, we NEVER had 17 items in the bed with them...I promise! We followed every American Pediatric Association guideline about 'almost nothing in bed until they're two' or something... the girls give him this stuff, he loves it, and then throws it out every day... pretty cute, really.