For the record, the title of this post actually refers to two different story-lines, but the title sounds kind of like a good story by itself, so I think I will leave it.
Aunt Brite started the dishwasher last night. Squeaker went right over and started trying to press the buttons. We normally lock the buttons, which requires holding the "NO HEAT" button down for three seconds. Seeing Ainsley coming over, Aunt Brite carefully held the "NO HEAT" button down to lock the controls. As any older brother would, I harassed her, Aunt Brite not Squeaker, for using the super-secret lock code in front of the baby.
Aunt Brite replied to my harassment by pointing out that Squeaker was holding down the wrong button. When that one didn't achieve the desired result, she moved to the next one over. At that point the Daddy person started laughing at Aunt Brite. Squeaker moved on to the next button. Aunt Brite then spent the rest of the evening in front of the dishwasher or sprinting across the kitchen to get there ahead of Squeaker.
Here are some pictures of Squeaker getting her haircut and one of her from yesterday so you can get a good look at her trimmed locks.
The video is a couple of weeks old, as you can see by Squeaker's haircut, or lack thereof. The chair that isn't really a chair, it is a hollow ottoman. No not a hedonistic Turk, but a piece of furniture that is designed to hold, and hide toys. Despite the discomfort, she likes to sit in it, as you can see.
Sorry for the late post this week. Squeaker and I went out to a birthday party last night. We came home and both went to sleep. For the record I did stay up a little later than she did, but only because I had to put her to bed first.
