The one with a Sunday night.

I wouldn't say this is all typical but it is basically our lives. :)

We practice something, holding things, rolling over, different sounds, etc and do some tummy time. 

The dogs act like they are in jail for a bit. And we put them there. Which of course we would, but don't, they do it themselves. 

And then they finally come out and fight for attention. (We truly shouldn't have dogs. They are basically neglected now.) 

During all this excitement I'm doing something. Usually the obscene amount of laundry we go through. 

We test out different toys. Today he prefers the soft ones he can grasp really tightly and fling around. 

Then we gave him a bath because there is also a ridiculous amount of spit up that proceeds to come out of my child's mouth this whole time. 

And then. We start another load of laundry. It never ends.