When Madeline and I made the “I”-themed cupcakes last week, I saved three for us, sending the rest of them to school and to the office. Knowing how she is, I made sure to put them up well out of her reach in the kitchen (on top of a pretzel container on top of the refrigerator), and when she wasn’t looking, so she wouldn’t see them.
“Mommy, help! Help!”
This is what I walked into.
She managed to get her little body onto the counter, but couldn’t figure out how to get on top of the refrigerator, thank God. I’m surprised she wasn’t standing on the counter. I’m sure that will be next week’s trick.
December 21, 2010, Photos #315
My parents dog, Beauregard, was here not five minutes when he tore a claw nearly clean off his paw, leaving a trail of blood in his path. That was after he fell a few feet in the backyard, onto Madeline’s wooden chair. It’s no wonder he left the racetrack years ago. Clumsiest dog I know, but quite the trooper as his paw got bandaged up. Again.