
He's also very curious. You know how kids are always watching you in the kitchen because they know you're most likely dealing with food? Well, yesterday, as the timer beeped on the oven, he came running over, opened my drawer where I keep the oven mitts, pulled one out and put it on his left hand (arm). Then he went over to the oven, grabbed the handle with his right hand, looked at me and said, "bloobleblebloob?"

Maybe we should have named him George.
4 comments:
Blooblebleblood in translation means give me some food?!
George would have been a good name for the climber.
LOVE IT!!!! Can we make his nickname...Georgie??
great post mel! these are the moments you don't want to forget. next time we visit can you make us "bloobleblebloob" too?
Those pictures are precious! He looks so old up on that chair!
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