Oh Hazel .. You Thief

Hazel NO! Leave Huxley Alone..

Hazel NO! Give That Back To Huxley..

Haaaazel.. Don't!

Hazel Grace is constantly on the move. And getting into some form of mischief. From the moment she wakes up she is running, jumping, and pestering Huxley to play. He gives in most of the time, because honestly, if someone was biting and hanging off your ear nonstop, you probably would too.

If she is not racing through the house .. Or launching herself into the air trying to get someone’s attention, she has a toy in her mouth. More often than not it is a toy she stole directly out of Huxley’s mouth. She absolutely loves taking whatever it is he happens to have at that moment. It is frustrating for us to watch, but Hux has to learn how to protect what is his. Most of the time he just gives it up without much of a fight. What a nice big brother. Lol.

Here are a few photos of Hazel and her stolen treasures.

A cat toy that zips around the room.. One of her fav's currently

Pop-Pop's Sock as we call it. One of my dads socks that he nicely gave up after lots of interest was found in it by Hux

A Paper roll because who says toys have boundaries?

Sticks and branches.. why not? The man made stuff is just boring sometimes.

Chomps Abunch was the favorite a while back but lost some interest. It makes an appearence now and again as long as daddy or mommy make it move and crackle

Awww this beaver used to be one of Molly's favorites. Sad and cute at the same time.

And a snow ball (Although the size of a grape). It is winter after all.

I Know What Will Work!!

We thought we finally had her figured out. We introduced a large ball, one that she surely would not be able to steal from Huxley very easily. Problem solved, right. Well, that did not work at all.

In comes Hazel, leaping through the doorway like a tiny missile, grabbing the ball, and immediately hiding under a chair.

Of course she can fit under every piece of furniture we own, safely out of Huxley’s reach. Huxley does not appreciate this strategy. He growls, scratches at the chair, and tries everything he can to coax her out.

No such luck.

It is just another game she plays ..

With his last nerves and mine. She is so bad. And somehow, also the best thing we ever had. That actually sounds like it could be a good line for a song. Hehehe.

Commence Playful Physical Hostilities

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