All of our closet doors are mirrors. I don’t love it. In fact, I honestly can say dislike them. Who wants to see themselves constantly? And who wants to clean off those little finger smears and smudges only to watch them go right back on? Those poor mirrors have nothing going for them, except that my kids love them. The girls dance forever in front of them, and as soon as my little guy finishes his bottle he’s right in front of those bad boys saying hello to his “friend”. Who needs playmates when you have a mirror?
I’m kind of sad that I can’t see his face in this photo, but I love his chubby little hand so it makes up for it.
Insert older sister who think it’s funny that he “eats” his toys.
Insert same older sister who likes to steal the toys from his hands. The stinker.