Zoe is busy pushing a metal garbage can around the apartment, using it as a stability ensuring device. She hasn’t yet fallen on her head. The garbage can contains a toy truck and 2 crackers, that I probably won’t let her eat, but that if she did, would most likely be fine because I SCRUBBED that garbage can while she was taking a nap, and I don’t think metal holds germs when drowned in burning hot water and soap, but who knows?
She also has a new tooth (upper left) which finally poked through, and ended the stream of whiny-ness that went on for days and days.
And now she’s trying to reach her daddy’s mouse, and who knows what havok she’s got planned for his computer, so I better go.