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pic of the day: day 24
baby godzilla wreaks havoc on the changing table
 


it is truly phenomenal how much a 16+ lb baby boy can get into in a brief period of time ... especially considering his little scooty-booty version of crawling doesn't allow him to move very fast. but in the two hours he was awake before we left the house this morning, he found and tried to eat or drum with the following:
  1. daddy's running shoes (drumming)
  2. daddy's shoe insoles (eating then drumming)
  3. the diaper wipes, diapers, pacifier, and nose bulb on his changing table (alternately eating and drumming) (see above)
  4. a gossip magazine (tearing to shreds)
  5. another gossip magazine (tearing to shreds and eating) (fyi: for some mysterious reason i have a subscription to "ok" magazine that i'm pretty sure i never paid for. i've had it for almost a year now. i wouldn't pay for it ... but if it comes to my mailbox free i can guiltily indulge. so if you sent it to me, thanks. and if not, well ... still a mystery.)
  6. mommy's shoes
  7. a rubber dog bone (leftover from gunter)
  8. the bathroom (see below) (don't worry germaphobes, i sanitized him well after this adventure)
after destroying the changing table, baby godzilla moved on to the water closet.
his path of destruction is unstoppable.
roar.

stay tuned this weekend for possible doggie-related updates. there's a lovely boy named buddy in nacogdoches, tx, who we will be paying a visit to see if he's the perfect brother for baby john!

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