Puddle stomping

Meryl has new boots! She lapped the house in them about five times, adamant that they not be taken off. So, we took them outside for a spin. 

Mine, mine, mine

Meryl has figured out how to open all of the kitchen drawers, and needs (does she?) another one of her own. The bottle drawer is so passé. ‘Goodbye’ to playing with blenders and powdered sugar. ‘Hello’ to magnetic locks, everywhere.