Futility

Baby proofing is futile. I am determined to hurt myself and earn the name Thud, Jr. Daddy had that nickname when he was little. Fortunately, my parents have spared me from pain so far, but I'm working on getting into everything. Mommy removed all of the floor lamps, barricaded the remaining cords, took things off the floor, and put outlet covers into all of the plugs on the main level of our house. She made the bathroom into a prison when she took a shower so I couldn't get to the door stop like I intended. That white little thing just looks so delicious! However, she didn't get to the basement yet and Daddy took me down there to play when he got home yesterday.

I love all of the speaker cords. I'll take a brief break from attempting to strangle and electrocute myself simultaneously to pose for a picture.Thanks for moving me closer to all of these fun toys! I'm going to go for it.Almost there...Got it! Daddy doesn't need to be able to play his iPod through the speakers anyway.Oh, maybe he thinks otherwise.Next, I'll try to pull the entire 61-inch TV onto my head while sticking my hands into the XBox and changing the volume to Gulfstream jet level. So far I have two of those three tasks accomplished...

Oh, and before Mommy forgets, I can pull myself from laying on my tummy to sitting up. She's not sure how I do it because she hasn't seen the process, but she knows I can do it.