This morning the baby and M had a brief moment of quiet (that would be breaky time) before the house erupted into a flurry of activity and intrigue.
First, while the baby and I were resting downstairs Bridget had sneaked upstairs and cleaned out both the baby's and Memphis's breaky!
Then later while Mr. B and I were cleaning out the gutters -- which were horribly nass btw -- Mr. B looked down onto the neighbor's yard and asked rather incredulously, "Isn't that Bunny?" Sho 'nuf it was. The rascal had tunneled under the fence and sneaked off to the neighbor's. I then scrambled through the window and followed KJ who was already running out the door to retrieve that dim-witted piap.
After that excitement, the baby and Bridget (who is turning out to be her nemesis) had a close call as they passed each other on the upstairs landing.
And where's Memphis during all this? Mewing his discontent. And why is that? Unfortunately for him the bed under which he had sought refuge was activity central for all the piaps in the house.
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