I was having some trouble getting my wife dressed this morning. Nothing more than usual but every time I tried to put on her shoes and socks a little head kept poking through between my wife's feet to see what I was doing. To some extent this is a daily occurrence around here but today I was determined to try and get a picture of it to share. Baby Bess has always been infatuated with shoe laces. She untied my shoelaces at the animal shelter the day I went there to meet her for the first time. And speaking of getting underfoot, she is laying on the floor between me and the computer desk right now as I write this. She doesn't realize how big she is getting and I need to reach out with arms length to type. When she was tiny she would wrap herself around the base of my swivel chair but now just uses it for a pillow for her head.
By the time I fetched the camera Bess was no longer between my wife's feet but she was trying once again to help me tie the shoe laces.
And thank you for the sweet smile when you paused to let me take your picture.On the subject of all the help I get around here, here is a picture from yesterday of the palace guards guarding the throne room.
They all sure make life interesting around here.