I have pretty much stopped buying toys. It took me awhile to realize, but there is almost no point with this one. He has an abundance of toys, and all he wants to play with every morning are his spoons from the dishwasher and all he wants to do is hide under the kitchen table.
I laid down to do some ab work and look who joined me. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to take a selfie with my Fens.
The moments right before he falls asleep in the car are some of my favorite.
He loves to give Cali her ball. And when I say give, I mean turn his head, put his arm out and 3/5 times just shove it in her face/mouth. The times that he actually makes eye contact with her are few and in between. Luckily, Cali knows the drill by now and accepts whatever is headed her way.
When I first purchased this chair his tiny body would fling itself out of it. Now, this is what I get. And believe it or not, this is not the first leaned back, propped leg I've seen. It is almost becoming a tradition whenever he's in his room. When I sent the picture to Mike I captioned it, 'all he's missing is a beer.' I mean, I wouldn't be surprised to see this same position in 20 years.
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