A Whole New Stu: The Sun No Longer Setting on Elmo Monster

The holidays are over and You (yes YOU, Monner) no longer give two sheets about Elmo, or Snuggle Seahorse, or Vanill-o-roma. All you want to do is climb the dizzying heights of your Time Machine. Lo! the days when we could ~~stick~~ let you play in your "office" and watch you rip for a good half hour. These days, we have to call Gramma to come watch you, so that your Llama might use the can.

Furthermore, our lives have also changed in the following ways:

I am forced to wash the floor every day. EVERY. DAY. Just ~~in case~~ WHEN you find sweet-taters from last week stuck on the floor. They are irresistible.

Sticking you in your Bumbo on the counter top while I make dinner. Never. Gonna. Happen. Again.

There are two safe places for you. Your Graco Castle, and your crib, which inexplicably you enjoy being in these days.

On another note... you've claimed to have been "teething" the past couple of weeks. Moaning about and not sleeping. Seriously... Monner, no new teeth have appeared and frankly, I'm beginning to think it's a farce. I'm not falling for it anymore, and you're going to bed at 8. 11:00 p.m. playtimes are done. FINEE! I'm on to you.

In a nutshell, you're just advancing faster than your mom and dad are. Eating and drinking WHILE in the wheelie rider? Come on! we're just getting used to you saying "Da Da."