Mean Daddy

Libby has figured out that she can get sympathy from us for something she is upset that the other one of us did. Last night we were putting her to bed and she was getting her last bit of milk before bedtime. She was taking her dear sweet time as is her newest ploy to stay up late. Mike was very sweetly urging her to drink by saying, "Drink, Libby". She wanted him to drink it and was holding it up for him and saying "gink" which we determined was supposed to mean "drink". Anyway, she became very upset that he wouldn't drink and was trying to get her to drink and got out of his lap walked over to me saying things like "da", "gink", and "Bibby", among other unintelligible words. We think she was complaining about him to me and was trying to get me to take her side. After she got it all off her chest she was happy again.


Libby the Strong - this litter container is actually empty. Notice the little play soda bottle in her right hand. She LOVES this thing and really sucks on it as if she can get something out of it.


Libby thinks it's funny to put her Mr. Potato Head pieces in our mouths but will not put them in her own. Here she is putting a smile into Mike's mouth.

TLA