I tried to ignore it, but I just kept thinking it was Rugby at the door and he needed to go outside. As much as I wanted to sleep, I did not want to clean up any of his morning bathroom break from my room. So I fought the sleep and rolled over, just to find my little troublemaker not at the door, but with his newly proclaimed toy. He wasn't much playing with it....just carrying it around. He was really really proud of himself too. Enough to figure out how to carry this big bulky thing and jump on the bed (took him a couple of times) and shove it my face so I could see it. ;) I was so proud of him I grabbed my sister's camera and got a couple pictures!
Drink up, Rugby!
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