Satch at 17 mos
He also likes to draw, it seems, on everything.
There is Purple crayon on the armoire (I couldn't help but think of Harold), blue crayon on dining room wall and orange crayon on the coffee table. The marks appear as if by magic, when my back is turned. I've yet to catch him in the act.
"One evening, after thinking it over for some time, Harold decided to go for a walk in the moonlight."
This is the beginning of a wonderful tale....
I nursed Satchel on the Sofa until he was drowsy then laid him down in bed for a nap. When I slipped my breast from his mouth, there was a big glob of food on it. (yick) He always hides a bit of food in his cheek like a squirrel.
Like his mama, Satch digs organization. One afternoon he decided to put all his balls in a ziploc bag.