The following post is from an email I sent to my parents before I started this blog. Gabbers was almost 18 months old, Peach's age. She wasn't walking yet.
These emails used to be called "Pookieville emails" and started when we moved out of my parents' basement when Danny went active duty in the Air Force. They couldn't see Pookie's antics everyday and so they got email updates.
Pookieville emails continued pretty much until my older sister Leslie convinced me to start this blog, shortly after the birth of our third child, Bun.
Today Gabbers dabbled in the art of toilet paper puddling. Luckily the roll only had about thirty-five or forty squares left on it. But she spread it all over the bathroom.
Usually when she crawls into the bathroom she grabs the bucket of bath toys. But today she was especially quiet with the occasional giggle.
I was busy watering my plants and realized she was being too quiet for bathroom adventures.
So, I went in there, she saw me, and she couldn't decide which direction to take off crawling. She went left, then right, then squealed with a belly-up surrender.
Even though it was very cute, and her first offense, she had to serve time in her crib.