Felix is mildly obsessed with the cats lately. He’s been chasing them around the house and going “I gotcha!!” when he corners an unlucky one in a closet. He thinks it’s hysterical. The cats… not so much.
These are some of those pictures Felix is going to HATE later. Oh well. They’re funny. So this past weekend we were working on potty training, which means he was hanging out in his underpants and not much more. At least until he decided he wanted to wear his snowboots with his underwear. Tittering ensued.
Felix and Giles were having a jolly time in the window the other day.
There’s a pile of pillows there. Promise.
This fridge toy was a Christmas present from cousins Cassidy and Jocelyn. He’s obsessed. It’s great for wearing him out – we sit in the other room and he’ll run into the kitchen, push the button for the alphabet song, run back in to sing it with us, and then go “again!” and do it again. Over and over and over and over. And over.