Showing posts with label exersaucer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label exersaucer. Show all posts
Seussical
Kendra, Gage and Scout came to visit in mid-August. We went to play in the park, ate at a yummy Cambodian restaurant for dinner, then left Ron and Desmond at home to go see an evening showing of Seussical in Joaquin Miller Park. We did not dress correctly - it was freezing! Luckily Kendra had bags of old clothes she was planning to take to Goodwill in the trunk of her car. We layered on lots of clothing and laughed hysterically at how stupid we looked. (Why did I not take pictures??!!) Poor Gage was so embarrassed to be seen with us silly females. But in the end, we were relatively warm, and I think Scout and Gage enjoyed the show.
Antics
So we hear this whimpering coming from the dining room, and this is what we found. Desmond had crawled up under his exersaucer and tried to stand up, thereby trapping himself in the turned-up seat. He couldn't find a way out of this predicament, so he eyed us sorrowfully from his leghole. He was clearly hoping that we, his loving and nurturing parents, would promptly save him. Being the evil bastards that we are, we went and got the camera instead.
Bad! Bad! Bad!
We've been bad parents. It's been nearly a month since we last posted anything to this blog. This is not fair to you, as you have missed out on some truly fabulous moments in the life of Desmond. But never fear, I shall catch you up! I hereby swear to post for the next 10 days straight, sharing with you exciting moments involving such things as teeth, lakes, camping trips, toilet paper, swings, toothbrushes, boxes, baths, rock climbing, tricycles, solid foods... and so much more! Hang onto your hats, ladies and gentlemen! Away we go!
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I Want To Break Free
Thwarted by a door latch.
Enjoying confinement (ever so briefly) in the exersaucer.
Enjoying confinement (ever so briefly) in the exersaucer.
A favorite book.
Standing tall.
5 Months, Still Cute
Desmond is more like a real boy every day. I can't get over how much he's changing.
Contentedly imitating a beaver.
A new, wondrous toy. He LOVES the exersaucer (thanks Shaina!)
On hands and knees - getting ready to crawl away?
(This is not the position one should assume on a changing table, by the way.)
(This is not the position one should assume on a changing table, by the way.)
Contentedly imitating a beaver.
A new, wondrous toy. He LOVES the exersaucer (thanks Shaina!)
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