Friday, July 22, 2011

Stitch Likes Big Heads

We have two baby gates up. One is at the bottom of the stair case because Little J loves to go in search of Stitch upstairs. The other is between the living room and the kitchen/dining nook. This is to keep her away from the litter box, the cat food dish and fountain, and the oven. I believe that this photo says it all. But for those that might like a little extra insight:

Little J was sad that her head was too big to squeeze underneath the baby gate like Stitch does, and Stitch was rather thankful that Little J has a big head.


Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Up The Stairs

I have been MIA from blog land….
Because my husband has a new job that has my sleep schedule all screwy
Because when Little J is asleep I’m either sleeping or eating
Because it is summer vacation and all three boys are home ALL DAY LONG
Because Little J is crawling and cruising and letting me know she is a mini version of me.

BUT here I am. The boys are on vacation at their grandparents, Little J and the hubby are both asleep and it’s early enough in the evening that I’m too awake to sleep.  And Stitch….Stitch is not happy with me.

Well, Stitch had quite the shock today. Up until today the staircase and the baby gates were his Great Wall of China when it came to needing a barricade from Little J.

To be fair I probably could have at least warned him. But my desire to capture the element of surprise is far too strong to ignore. Today I let Little J crawl up the stairs. It’s something my husband and I have been allowing her to do if we are right there behind her spotting her the whole way up. Let me tell you, that little girl is a speed demon when it comes to wanting to go play with Stitch.

She watched Stitch run up the staircase. She looked at me and I said “Oh OK.” So up we went – One right after the other up the staircase. And at the top was Stitch, just coming out of Big D’s room.

How I wish I had brought a video camera with me to capture the expression on his face. He was mid-paw walking out of the doorway when Little J popped herself up over the top step. He stopped, paw raised and I’m pretty sure that the though going through his head was something along the lines of “Oh Poop!”

Of course it was my fault and I was rewarded with a glare of evil thoughts I’m sure he would consider doing if I wasn’t the one providing his food every day.

If he thinks she is this big of a pain in the butt now just wait until she’s walking … which is sooner than later unfortunately for both me and him.