Random...

We were getting ready to go for a walk and Atticus insisted that he sit ON the balls. Holding them was not enough. Didn't seem very comfortable to me but he loved it. **He is sitting not one not two but SIX** : I asked Eric to get Atticus dressed for church. This is what I got! Boys are such dorks-- don't worry Grandma's... I got him looking presentable. Dumpster diving. Sort of. Trashy people who leave their junk when the move equals a free table for Atticus. And yes, to answer all your "What kind of mother is she?" questions, I 409'd and cloroxed the heck out of it before Atticus was allowed to touch it.