Sometimes before bed, Daddy and I will wrestle and chase each other around the apartment. Mommy does not understand why we wait until it is time to crawl into bed, you know, when you're supposed to be winding down. What she doesn't understand is that it is bonding time for Daddy and me.
Mommy will stand in a corner somewhere to stay out-of-the-way and to take pictures.
This is me trying to attack Daddy on the bed. He did a pretty good job batting me away with his arms. My eyes look really weird in this photo. In fact, in every photo Mommy took that evening my eyes looked like fiery marbles and Daddy's were all red. Hmmm....
When I can't seem to keep Daddy pinned down or I get very excited or just want to switch things up a bit, I run around the apartment as fast I can. Then, I'll come in the bedroom and hide.
I thought I did a better job of hiding.
That day, even before I started wrestling with Daddy, I became obsessed with hiding under the bed. Mommy would walk around the apartment looking for me and would somehow find me under the bed. Here I thought I was safe and they couldn't find me. I was testing out the hiding spot to see if I could hide there to eat toilet paper, dryer sheets and anything else I wasn't allowed to have.
It's obvious I am going to have to rethink my strategy.