I am a BOY, I like to live on the edge, I like to live dangerously, I like to make my Momy go bananas with worry. Mommy now says she is just happy I make it through a day without it ending with a trip to the E.R. for stitches. I love my job!

The innocent beginnings. But just wait.

But I see this new toy and must discover how to properly utilitize its joy ensuring power.

What, did you say
Sit and spin, standing is soo mucher cooler.
2 comments:
Don't they just give you heart attacks!?!?!??
The other day, Dallas was jumping on the couch. How he got there-I have no idea. He is my little monkey. Nothing is safe..........
Boys give you heart attacks due to thier "daring" activities . . . girls give you grey hair and/or ulcers due to thier drama. I'm aging as we speek.
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