The dog crate.

Anabel got a new dog crate and it has helped with her anxiety when we leave for a little bit. Alestair and his friends think it is their new house. Brock and Karlie came over today and the three of them played in it for a few hours.

It's Pretty!

I was feeding Emmett and couldn't see Alestair but decided since he was making gasping noises and other "I am in trouble" noises; I should probably ask him what he was doing. This was how it went down...

Emmett: GULP GULP..Breath..Gulp

Alestair: AWW! OOOOOOOOOO

Mom: Alestair what are you doing?

Alestair: Aww! It's Pretty! oooh

Mom: Should you be doing that??? and What are you doing?

Alestair: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHh

Emmett: *Sigh*

Mom places Emmett in his bed and runs to find out what Alestair is doing. Alestair has empty quite a bit of the baby powder on the floor in little piles in the only carpeted room of the house (Mom and Dad's room). Alestair points to the floor and baby powder and in a purely Aunt Stacy move says with so much excitement..

Alestair: ITS PRETTY MOM ITS PRETTY!