Wednesday, July 21, 2010
George crawls everywhere now, pulls himself up next to anything, and, while trying to move his feet, wobbles and falls in tragic defeat. Not to worry. He'll try it again in 30 seconds. Hank rolls and scoots like crazy, but is not crawling yet. Just yesterday he got up on his hands and knees and rocked back and forth, then did a head-plant on the not-so-soft floor. Even with an area rug over the new wood floors, there is little cushion to soften the blow. (Bad timing, mommy.)
Enter: 2 monstrous beasts (aka exersaucers).
Sometimes, when I need to leave the room, or am too tired to chase babies, the exersaucer saves the day. George does not love it, but it occupies his attention for at least a few minutes. Hank humors me by not complaining about it much. He's just being polite.
These huge things dominate our family room.
I am constantly tripping over them.
They can't be hidden away when someone comes over.
They are loud and we are proud(?).
The excersaucers have landed and they are here to stay.