Mischeif Managed

I'm a little slow on Thanksgiving, I know, but these were by far the best photos of the day and I just had to share. One of the cousins had a toy phone that Joseph appropriated and "talked" om while he ate dinner. Very Corporate of him.



Rick went to get Oma, and we got pictures of her with all of her great-grandchildren.


Shortly after Joseph got sick, the kids and I went to Gramma's to visit (and clean the mountains of laundry that always come with sick kids). As usual, Joseph got put in the port-a-crib for his nap, even though his bed at home is open, because Gramma's house doesn't have rampaging 2-year-olds living there and is decorated accordingly. Apparently Joseph is more clever than us, though. I went to wake him up for dinner only to discover that he'd climbed out; opened nearly a half dozen Christmas presents (none of them his, not that it matters); scattered receipts, papers and stickers around the room; then climbed back into the port-a-crib with a pile of old floppy disks from the desk.



I love my boy. Yes, I have white hairs. 'Nuff said.