The Mini has taken to doing new things. These are things he probably should have discovered months ago, but since they’re new to him, they keep him entertained. His new favorite thing is opening up one of the appointed “baby safe” drawers full of utensils, pulling all of the contents out, and (sometimes) putting them back. He’s also taken a liking to stuffed animals. He has two favorites. Tubby, his stuffed hippo, which doesn’t leave his crib, and “EeeTtee” (said with an increasing high pitched squeaky voice), a puppy, that’s probably chemically laden with innards that are probably stuffed with shards of glass.
There’s nothing more disgustingly cute than watching him drag EeeTtee around the house, giving him hugs and kisses. And when It’s time for ni-nights, EeeTtee’s got his own place to sleep. It’s the same place I keep my measuring cups.
I realize, as he’s getting older that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, because I used to do the same thing, except with our pet cat.
Poor Miss M. I have a feeling being a chihuahua in next few years, is going to suck for her.