Saturday, February 14, 2009

Friday the 13th

Alex spend the better part of the day trying to convince me it was a bad luck day, even though he didn't even know what Friday the 13th was when the day started out. His evidence? Two specific unrelated events. See for yourself.

We don't have any pets; just a 16-month-old fresh out of the bath. And before my 16-month-old went to bed that night, she had learned a new word: "Ewwww."

1 comment:

Anaise said...

Poor Libby--that is a big, bad owie tongue!

I hope it heals quickly.

The poop on the floor is waaaaay funny! :)