Return of the Shenanigans

I keep telling myself that someday (hopefully soon) Daniel will learn about logic and physics and listening to warnings. In the meantime, life gets more and more interesting. For one, few surfaces in the house are safe from him now. He can reach his little hand over the edge of the table, and even thought he can't see what he's getting to, he knows to wiggle and flop his hand around til he finds something to pull down. Like animal crackers:

Which he then eats whole:

even though they are too big for his mouth, which causes him to choke:

and then cry:


He no longer gets stuck between the washer and dryer, but now he knows how to open them and put in items (like hairbrushes, computer mouses, and flip-flops):


(note: the drooliness in that second picture is pretty commonplace around here. I'm pretty sure this kid could hydrate all of Africa with his drool. He just cut teeth numbers 11 and 12, so here's hoping the drool factory slows down a bit).

But sometimes I get back at him, like making him wear a baby bonnet of mine I found in my memory box:



His newest trick is blowing filberts (when you take your open mouth against something soft and blow, making "pbhhhhbbbb" sounds). He does it against my legs, arms, and neck all the time. Better yet, he's discovered our leather furniture delivers a good sound. He continually tries to do this on the dog, usually leaning on her in the process. That alone is pretty comical (filberting doesn't work on hairy creatures), but Lucy doesn't like being filberted so she moves out of the way, causing Daniel to fall on his face. I, being the horrible mother that I am, crack up every time. So funny.