Owen was helping me sort his clothes and put some bigger clothes in his drawer. He started several feet away from the changing table and scooted his way over to it. Those baskets had his eyes. He grabbed at them for a while until he got a good grip and pulled himself up into this position.
"Help me, Mom...I'm stuck!"
Yummmy...ice chips!
It didn't show up very good, but his poor upper lip was BRIGHT red from the ice!
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