the bighouse

now that i'm pretty mobile (i'm a pro at the army crawl), i can usually be found licking the kitchen stools, hanging out under the sofa or making out with the hardwood floors. according to mommy, these are all naughty things, so she sentenced me to jail. but not a shawshank prison, more like where martha stewart went.

p.s. if someone could please sneak me a jar of pureed peaches with a nail file inside, i'll owe you one.