Bob has been hanging around our house lately. He's got magnetic hands (and a magnetic personality), and it all started here, when Bob realized he could hang out on my collection of fences:
Then he just started moving around the house. Each morning, when Emma and I got up, we'd find him in a new location. Each evening, when Rob came home --he'd changed up again! After the fences, he swung over to this lamp over the kitchen island and pretended to be holding up the ceiling.
Woo-hoo! One handed-swinging on the lamp over the kitchen table!
He looked a bit scared in the mudroom. "Uh-oh --how'd I get so high? And how is Emma gonna get me down?"
And he really startled me here, when I came home one afternoon:
This one looked kind of uncomfortable, poor Bob.
Then he climbed a tree (isn't that a great wall-hanging? Rob got it for me for Christmas two years ago, although at that time it did not include the little green caterpillar from Littlest Pet Shop land in the root area. Emma added that artistic touch later.)
Finally, Bob ended his journey back upstairs in our bedroom.
Bob has since been resting back in Emma's room, where he normally lives.