Autumn and I went to Costco a couple of weeks ago (where she spent the entire trip saying "ay-o!" to everyone and looking baffled if the person ignored her). Mike really likes the churros there so I got him one to have with his lunch. When we got home, I put the churro on the hall table so I could bring the groceries the rest of the way into the kitchen. I heard Autumn rustling around which is no big deal. She likes boxes and there wasn't anything she could damage or could damage her so whatever. She's quiet. Well. This is what I found when I went for the next box:

As I think everyone knows, I'm training in
kali again. A friend of ours named Michelle takes care of Autumn until Mike gets home and then it is pretty much papa-monkey time until I get home around 7:30 twice a week. One Thursday I came home to this funny sight:

What is with this kid and boxes?

This is my sewing box. She likes to sit on it. And push it around. And play with the latches.

After crawling all over it, Autumn pushed the sewing box over to where her crayons and paper were. She set herself up like this all on her own. Stop growing up, baby girl!