Friday, March 16, 2012

Thursday, March 8, 2012

Cayman opens closet door

For the past few months Amber and I have been blaming each other (and Max) for leaving the hall closet door open. You see our cat, Cayman, likes to nap on the towels we store there so that every time dry yourself off with a fresh towel you end up covered in cat hair. Congratulations Cayman, you win, the bottom shelf is yours.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

May the Force be on You

Max has a few pairs of Star Wars big boy underwear that he absolutely loves. Everytime we are upstairs getting changed he insists on putting on a pair then runs around in excitement. He gets so excited in fact that he inevitably has to pee. To his credit, he's never actually peed in his underwear. Instead he strips them off and runs to bathroom to use the potty, leaving the fashion show to his entourage. Giraffe and Horsey are really the only ones with the butt to pull it off, so it usually falls to them to model the intergalactic undies.