Stand In The Place Where You Are

This is one of my new favorite activities. I spent about ten minutes Thursday night doing this over and over again. By Friday night, I was doing it on and off, while holding on to different objects each time:



D said something about me acting like Evel Knievel, if he were 2.5 feet tall and preferred wearing pastel blue dresses to American flag jumpsuits. I have no idea what D was talking about, which is often the case.

Oh, and I love wearing and talking about shoes. Sometimes I like to wear my little red shoes, and M's too, just for good measure.



I am a baby; this is my prerogative.