OK, I think I'm gonna try entries more often but shorter, since I seem to forget whatever story I want to tell before I've had time to relate it here.

On that note...

So, a couple of days ago, Phil and I were sitting in the family room watching TV and LB had wandered off into the kitchen. We could hear him going here and there and opening and closing cabinets and stuff. Then it got quiet for a few minutes and next thing we know, he appears in the door to the family room holding the paper towel holder complete with roll of towels and everything.

Phil and I both looked at each other as if to say, "when did he get tall enough to do that?" The kitchen counter edges are no longer safe!!