We bought the wrong house. Whenever we go outside with Isak, he usually heads right across the street to this house. He walks up the front porch and bangs on the window and door. Kevin and I have taken him in it a few times to look around when its open on the weekends and he seems to think this means he can go in at any time. There sprinklers come on in the evening and if we're outside, Isak runs over and plays with them until they turn off.
Luckily, it hasn't been sold yet so no one can complain as to why a small muddy baby is banging their hands and wiping their handprints all over their windows.
He wasn't too happy when he realized that we couldn't go in.
1 comment:
his face is so sad! But cute at the same time.
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