eat while pretending to be a frog.
cry because we're no longer exploring outside.
spy at each other through the grandfather clock.
(Bob thinks the baseboard is his own personal hand rail.)
change diapers. we do it on my bed. I really don't know why, since Bob gets away every time and he's peed on my pillow thrice.
watch Sesame Street. (or "street show" as Bob calls it.)
beg to get into the carrier.
make a paper hat. (Bob calls it his "beak")
walk around downtown. the most exciting part of Bob's life. he feels extremely mature on a sidewalk.
watch birds out the window.
nfl training camp.
when Bob plays alone it goes something like this...
occasionally an explosive poo means a morning shower with mom followed by some sleepy should-I-be-going-to-bed-now? time.
go to the park. actually we've only been once so far this year because it's been buried in three feet of snow all winter.
be super cute at the park.
take a bath and be super cute there too.