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He kind of stole my heart. We've been having lunch together in the park.
He's the strong, silent type.
He cares about the Earth. He gave it some of his sandwich.
And he's got a pretty sweet ride.
He's also into swinging. Don't tell my husband... it's totally platonic, but you know how these things can be misunderstood.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Belongs to the baby, of course. You might have noticed it in those finger painting pictures, but Mom is so pleased with it that she thought it deserved its own post. But first...
Here he is the first time we ever put him in a high chair, sharing Daddy's french fries. Aw... this was April 9th at some place called the Hick'ry Pit.
This is the first meal we had in the high chair. (Mom may be a little obsessive about these things...)
Rather a lot of it wound up on the foot rest.
But even more wound up on the floor. Grandma gave us a wonderful tip about placing newspaper under the high chair, you know, so Mom spends less time on her hands and knees scrubbing the floor. But Mom and Dad don't get the paper, so she was using junk mail and generally driving herself nuts trying to accumulate enough pieces to cover what we're now calling "the splash zone." And then, Mom realized that this was a perfect job for the old shower curtain.
And not a moment too soon...