We's in Barney Rubble

Yes, we are indeed in trouble. Why you might ask? Well the following pictures will detail our current predicament. Simply stated, we have a toddler, no not just a toddler, but a climber.

Oh yikes!

Lovely weather we are having, which is great to play out on the patio.

Or in a miscellaneous cooler, when it is cooler.

(I feel a Dr. Seuss theme coming on, just kidding)

This is one of those rewards of being a parent. Why this impetuous picture of a dreaded weed that is dead? Now it has sentimental value. This is the first flower my son has given me. Yes he picked it just for me and gave it to me and I love it.

Phill loved the yogurt goatee. Do you think these are coming back?

And yes that is other various food forms on his face, just a glimpse of what our dinner time is like with cet toddler.

Such a cutie and yes in case you were wondering, we are currently accepting applications for betrothals. You might want to start the process now, as I'm sure we will have a line out the door in no time. Such a lady killer he is.

And here is the deadly, dangerous evidence you all have been waiting for....

This one, we are going to have to work on the concept of fear of heights, currently he has none. He has been crawling up onto everything...and just about giving his mother an ulcer and a heart-attack at the same time.

Strike a pose. At some point you know I had to include some cute baby diaperness and this is for blackmail purposes in the future....have a feeling these will come in handy.

Notice the zesty lemon....don't leave home without it...that's our new motto. The kid loves his lemon, like a fat kid loves cake and me too. (does that make me the fat kid? ponderous question, hmmm, phill doesn't like cake)

Who doesn't love a ball bigger than your entire body? It is extremely bouncy and made in china, and I don't have to worry about him getting a concussion.

Tonight for dinner we had cappellini, a pasta that is thinner than angel hair. It was delicious, all parties (him and me) agreed. Why not climb up onto the table and eat the dried pieces in the pan? One can never have too much cappellini I always say.

Again with the climbing.

Love this little guy...even though, he is teething and develops bizarre illnesses and currently enjoys being up in the middle of the night. Such is life.

Give me call this week...I'd love to hear how you are doing. Feeling the loneliness bug on account of husband's work...but without such we would never have had such a wonderful post. Have a good evening and pretend that airplanes in the night sky are shooting stars.