Old Mother Hubbard

Elliotte is funny.

A couple of weeks ago,

she graduated from the wounded soldier crawl,

to the real deal...

unless she's not wearing pants.

If she isn't wearing pants,

then she moves around more like a half squished spider!

Hey!

Whatever works!

As for Miss Piper,

she's feeling much better and instead of me taking care of her now,

she's well enough to take care of Blue.

She loves to go to the cupboard to get him bones.

It's cute to watch,

but expensive.

If you don't keep an eye on her,

she will feed him an entire box of bones within a couple of days.

That's why I had to be so sure to remove the box of bones

from the cupboard today.

Our Blue Bear has an appointment with the vet tomorrow morning

and has to fast for 24 hours.

I could control the dog bowl.

I could control the cookie cupboard.

But I could not control the random Cheerios and bits of meatballs

being thrown onto the floor by our soon-to-be toddler during supper.

KIDS!

xo

xo

Chasing her little police car on one foot and one knee!

Transitioning from ceramic tile to hardwood is especially tricky! 

Back to the squished spider crawl.

She even does it on the foam matt.
No pants = No standard crawling.

Mother Hubbard fetching her poor dog a bone.

Yesterday the cupboard was not bare.
Today is a different story.
Sorry Blue! 

Happy little helper!