If I'm in the kitchen, Riley's in the kitchen. If I'm washing dishes, Riley's on the chair trying to splash in the water. If I'm cooking at the stove, Riley's on the chair with the butane lighter trying to light the burner. If I'm standing at the counter, Riley's on the chair putting his chubby little fingers in whatever I'm doing. This drives me crazy, but it's adorable at the same time. In this particular picture, Riley was begging daddy for a bite of his suicide-flavor chicken wings. After 20 minutes of begging, daddy gave in. Here is the result:
And one more thing I love to hate:
Here is my youngest, Ryan, playing in his bed. Oh you can't see him? He's under his brothers, who also love to play in his bed. This is a rare moment when I let them stay in it for more than 2 seconds so that I could get a picture!
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