Thursday, May 20, 2010

Trouble...

... thy name is Emmett.


At least one contusion of this magnitude or greater per week.


His new favorite perch. Very cute... until he starts throwing dishes (be they clean or dirty) in every direction!


Apparently the hole in this speaker tower is a great place to stockpile toys. I fished out this pile with my vacuum hose after Brian saw him sticking something in there.

3 comments:

Sheila said...

LOL--HE'S SOOO CUTE!! Check out his grin on the dishwasher!

Shirley said...

hard to be mad at him when he's that darn cute, right?
he's probably got a hiding spot for any mysteriously missing socks, too.
shirley

Carolyn G said...

I think your Trouble should meet my Tiny Terror. I think they would get along famously. And drive their mothers double-crazy! :)