Ten Months, And Leave the Lid Down

So. Today is officially the eleven month birthday. And I’m posting the ten months photos. Meaning we are a little behind. Though perhaps a big behind at the same time. Well, better late than never I always say.

You say that a lot too?

What a coincidence.

It sure feels like it was ten weeks — not ten months ago — when we made that infamous ride to glory, and Mr. Potato Head surpassed 100 mph, heading to a hospital in Somerset West.

But here he is, practically growing a mustache and sending applications in to work at Starbucks.

And wasn’t this last week?

But this might be my favourite month of photos. Ever.

Turns out the Tank has an aptitude for fishing.

His crawling skills went from mediocre to warp speed in about ten minutes.

Which means I “have my hands full” when trying to clean or cook or get stuff done

because this sweet little darling doesn’t like being still.

Funny expression, that, having your hands full.

I now know exactly how far away from the potty I have to sit the Tank

{whom we also refer to as “the Tiger” because of his tenacious attitude toward doing something he wants to do}

{[after being told no repeatedly]}

{[(he may or may not take after his Mama)]}

{[({I’ll let you decide})]}

…I have to make sure he’s far enough away from the potty that I can get my trousers down and get from standing to sitting before he gets there.

And heaven forbid I should be in the middle of shaping a loaf of bread or have my hands deep in a mess.

Because if I should happen to lose sight of this Tank the Tiger who can also be called Tenacious B,

I most certainly know right where to go looking for him.

If anyone has forgotten to put the lid down,

He’s likely to be found splashing in the loo.

{[({Gasp!})]}

So if you drop by the Collie house any time soon,

please put down the lid.

Ten wonderful months! Isn’t the Lord good to us?

xCC