Twistan has discovered his wips recently. He sucks on them ALL... THE.... TIME.
It cracks me up. I was telling my sister about it and she pointed out the very obvious. "What else does he have to do today?"
It's true. He doesn't have much to do but play with his hands, swat at Mr. Elephant, and be harassed by me.
Sorry this one is upside down, but I am far too lazy to fix it. It would mean deleting, then finding the picture, flipping and saving, and re-uploading. Too many steps. But, if you have a lap top you can turn that upside down! ... which I know you will do-who wouldn't want to see this cute kid right side up?
Seriously... All I can think of is Larry singing, "I love my lips! If my lips ever left my mouth, packed their bags and headed South I'd be so sad!" I think Twistan would be weally sad if his wips ever weft.
But I suppose he still has his hands. They're his little buddies-he plays with them all day... and especially at night. Sometimes I hear him singing to them after I've put him to bed. He's an unswaddled mess talking and singing to his hands. Then I feel like a mean old Mom when I go in there and have to "take his hands away" by swaddling him again. Right now in this picture he is trying to grab his tongue-another favorite game of his. He tries, and tries and tries to grab the slimy thing but it always gets away. Sometimes he gets both hands in his mouth, but then he usually gags himself or gets so frustrated he cries. Poor guy. ....but I suppose he doesn't have anything else to do.
It cracks me up. I was telling my sister about it and she pointed out the very obvious. "What else does he have to do today?"
It's true. He doesn't have much to do but play with his hands, swat at Mr. Elephant, and be harassed by me.
Sorry this one is upside down, but I am far too lazy to fix it. It would mean deleting, then finding the picture, flipping and saving, and re-uploading. Too many steps. But, if you have a lap top you can turn that upside down! ... which I know you will do-who wouldn't want to see this cute kid right side up?
But I suppose he still has his hands. They're his little buddies-he plays with them all day... and especially at night. Sometimes I hear him singing to them after I've put him to bed. He's an unswaddled mess talking and singing to his hands. Then I feel like a mean old Mom when I go in there and have to "take his hands away" by swaddling him again. Right now in this picture he is trying to grab his tongue-another favorite game of his. He tries, and tries and tries to grab the slimy thing but it always gets away. Sometimes he gets both hands in his mouth, but then he usually gags himself or gets so frustrated he cries. Poor guy. ....but I suppose he doesn't have anything else to do.
4 comments:
Why is my grandson wearing a stocking cap in the middle of a Houston heatwave???!!!
Aww he is such a little cutie!!
Haha, I thought the same thing as tristans grandma, minus the grandson part... He sure keeps getting cuter and cuter though!
precious!
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