One Busy Weatherman, One Rowdy Boy, One Precious Little Girl and one BLESSED Mommy!
After dinner we got Brett out of his highchair.. he decided he wanted back in. Man oh man, we're in trouble with this one..
You are right; you are in trouble; like father like son. Andrew was a climber. He was fearless, and there wasn’t a pole he could not shimmy up, and height was never an issue. Do not be surprised one day if your neighbors call to say Brett is on the roof.I wish you the best. Gamma Lynn