Week Eight/Fifty-Two
This guy. This week. Exhausting.
He ate toilet paper. He climbed stairs. He broke a vase. He toppled over a plant and broke everything. He ate wood. He played in the trash. He chewed on wires. He gagged on applesauce and threw up. He pulled down a table lamp.
He is on a naughty baby roll, and I had forgotten, until this week, how much baby-proofing really needs to take place in order for me to sit on my ass for more than five minutes at a time. And I've baby-proofed three times before him! Thankfully this little bugger loves his pack n' play. And boy do I love this little bugger.
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