He’s back again as I type this. Is it just me or am I the only one who thinks that our lives never are dull? I could use some boring. Really. And then I also wonder: Do I dare go outside again with the babies?
This morning Graham and Liberty came running. They had just heard it knock our garbage over again and sure enough, there he was digging in our trash again.
I think he was bummed he was not invited to Emma’s birthday party, cause here he is devouring the remains of the cake.
These were all taken from the playroom window. We were just feet above him. We bumped something and he turned and stared at us. He has gone up and back from the driveway to the patio at the back of our house. He has been hanging around for about 45 minutes to an hour. I am kind of freaking out now.
The cake was a few days old and probably dry. He needed a drink….right out of our kiddie pool.