Sunday, November 22, 2009

Houston,We have a crawler

Here is (blurry) photographic evidence that McButter is on the move. After weeks of doing the backward shuffle, soon followed by the 'wounded terminator', she is officially a crawler. This, of course, means that three things in our household are in severe danger: Daisy (cat), Sheba's dog food bowl, and Miss F's dollhouse. McButter is determined to pull Daisy's hair, swish her hands around in Sheba's bowl and wipe out the entire first floor of the dollhouse every five to ten minutes. This also means that our house is filled with the shreiks of big sister. Shreiks like "She's touching my dollhouse! Argh! Ack! Psbsstat!" but also shreiks of concern "McButter is going to hit her head! Oh the horror! The pain! Argh! Ack! Psbsttat!" Then the shreiks from McButter are heard when she is relocated from Daisy, the dog bowl or the doll house. Order can only be restored when McButter has a teething biscuit and Miss F has been threatened with losing her Scooby Doo priviledges (one episode of Scooby a night). Being a sister is so emotionally draining.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Dear Jeny, Rick, Miss F. and Miss M.,

Happy Thanksgiving! I had a major computer crash and lost your e-mail address. Can you send it to me? I just contacted Madeline because I found an old printed sheet with her e-mail.I have some major family tree breakthroughs and want to share them via e-mail.
Love,
Aunt Linda (great-aunt)