Oh poor Libby. Life as she knows it centers around being tortured by an older brother who simply LOVES to be loud, in her face and CRAZY!
HAHA - Watch out, Libby, I'm comin to getcha!
(Still unsuspecting of what's to come, happily playing in this contraption that we call her temporary jail cell...or an exersaucer, whichever you prefer).
What the hell, mom? How many times do you have to tell my brother to leave me alone when I'm playing? I don't bother him!! I'm not even taking his toys or pulling his hair yet. But he's trying my patience!
Ok, I've about had enough. Seriously. Control him, or I'm gonna have to do something drastic. I'm not impressed.
Maybe if I just stop moving he will think I'm a statue and go away.