tales from the crib.
as you can see, a lot of stuff happens in this crib. everything from sleeping, to crying, to being goofy. from waving "hello", to discussing politics (probably), to scheming up ways to destroy this house and everything in it.
take that trophy buck, for example. or rather what used to be a trophy buck I should say, before Finley got a hold of it and ripped off the antlers, mutilating them in the process. like mom, did you not hear me? I said I wanted a doe hanging above my crib, not a buck. design change!
you know, I appreciate his willingness to change things up every now and then, but still. he could've at least consulted me first.
like when cows fly, right?
kids. until they actually purchase an item with their own money, they have absolutely no respect or appreciation for it. seriously, I can't wait until they get their own place so I can go visit them and jump on their beds. wheeeee, so fun! has anyone actually followed through with that threat? or maybe once my kids have their own kids, that will be revenge enough. I mean, I'm pretty sure my in-laws are secretly laughing at us right now after all the torture Gary put them through as a kid. or what? as for me, I was an angel. but you all knew that.
PS. my kitchen countertops were installed yesterday, and except for a half inch gap that was left between the countertop and one of the walls which Gary will have to build up with sheetrock mud in order to re-tile the backsplash so it will overlap the counter and cover that gap, everything went off without a hitch.
Posted by jessica