as you can imagine, the ability to crawl has exponentially magnified the amount of mischief i can get into. mom has been chronicalling my escapades as they happen.
1) i almost knocked one of the floor lamps over and nearly put dad's putter through the window of the back door. why there's a loose golf club in our house is beyond me, but that thing definately needs a new home.
2) i discovered some drawers that OPEN when you pull on the little knobby thingies and guess what? DVDs! i have no idea what these are, but still.
3) dad's stereo speakers. i managed to easily pull the front panels of one of these bad boys right off (my arms are surprisingly strong, which is of course, an advantageous trait i've inherited from my mother).
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