Here's my brilliant 16-month-old boy who has made himself at home on top of my scrapbooking table. I'm so glad he's not afraid of heights or apparently of falling! Oh, and he's working on a Transformer puzzle. Mostly, he's just throwing the pieces on the floor so his partner in crime will have something to chew on.
"Who? Me?" Oh, and she's still "Red." We can't agree on a suitable name. DH has given up and just wants to call her "Red." Too pitiful. We have a friend dog named "Blue," but somehow "Blue" sounds cooler. (Which theorectically should mean that "Red" seems warmer, but I digress.) Anyway, we'll have something within a few days...hopefully.