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Sunflower Studio Review

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Addicted to Trouble

Ever since Tucker could crawl; he's been trying to crawl himself right into trouble. You'd think with five other people in the house, he'd have a plethora of folks to choose to crawl too. Nope, he went right past them all and straight to the door. I'm not sure where he was going or what he was going to do when he got there; maybe he was telling us all in his own baby way that we were all crazy and he wanted no part of this family. As he grows, so does his love for danger. He still heads straight to the door and God bless us all if it's been left unlocked. He's out in a flash, no matter the weather nor his state of dress.

When we unload the dishwasher, the very first thing he goes for are the sharp knives.

There are no counters too high to be climbed, nor doors too bolted to be wheedled through.

You can imagine his delight when he finds the baby lock askew on the cleaning cabinet.

He knows how to open the oven and even holds the back of his hand to the door to feel for heat. NOT HOT!

I've found him in both the washer and the dryer.

He attempts to climb the shelves in the refrigerator like he's scaling his own personal Everest.

So consider this your fair warning world, because one day I'll have to turn him loose on you and I'm afraid it won't be pretty my friends. Not pretty at all.

It's Plain Old Discrimination

I don't care how you slice it.

It's been cold here. Bitterly cold for our southern roots. They wither in it. So, we've been spending an insane amount of time indoors. The kids don't like it, I don't like it, but its just a fact of life.

The boys have been watching movies on our free movie channels after school. Yes, I monitor to make sure they aren't watching trash. Yesterday they were watching Jurassic Park while I worked on a new project. Millie came in and wanted to snuggle up to Oot Oot (Tucker's new name for Gavin).

I heard, and I kid you not:
Millie, you can't sit with me if you're going to suck your thumb.
Pardon me? What? This coming from a kid who wouldn't give up his pacifier until he was 3?!?
I interjected, excuse me ... why can't she sit with you if she sucks her thumb?
It's bad for her mom! She needs to stop!
I'm sorry, I didn't realize that you'd gotten your PhD in Child Psychology right out of kindergarten.
Whoa boy!

Needless to say, the diva was not happy with being discriminated against and proceeded to scream at the top of her lungs ...

YOU LET ME SIT THERE RIGHT NOW!!!!!

Oot Oot promptly moved over and the princess settled her thumb sucking tush right in beside him.

Rosa Parks would be proud. Score 1 for thumb suckers everywhere!