
Entertaining, yes. Corralling, no. Every time Josh came out of that tunnel, he'd head straight across the backyard, toward dirt piles and flower beds and mud and bugs and...

"Hey, mom! Take a picture of me too!" says Amelia.

So I quickly, quickly, quickly snap a photo of her coming out of the tunnel, and RUN to catch up with Joshua, just in time to find him...

... on top of the picnic table. (The camera was already in my hand. I snapped this photo as I was dropping the camera to catch the baby. Really, I promise!)
Back to the buckles, babies!!

(Dave tells me he caught Josh standing on top of the piano bench earlier this week. So much for baby-proofing.)
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