Another post

I have been having the worst time keeping my eye on Josh lately. I set him down to do something and then next thing I know there are horrible screams and he has a huge bump somewhere. In one day he got a steak knife(I have no clue how, we are now interrogating Lexi), fell down the stairs, burnt his hand, pulled the VCR on top of him, and knocked over all the garbage's in the bathroom and ate whatever he found in them. I called Steve one day at work(which at that time unbeknowst to me Josh was conveniently chewing the toilet plunger) and told him that we needed to get some cage of some sort because I was afraid to even fold laundry with out something horrible happening. So this was Steve's answer, a little box! Doesn't he look so cute. Put your phones down and stop calling child services, it was for fun and we only made him spend one night in there.









































Josh now pulls himself up on to everything.