Jump for joy.

This weekend seemed an appropriate time to dust off the old excersaucer because I don’t have enough ridiculously large and obtrusive baby items in my little living room because Arthur just loves being on his feet. I failed to anticipate, however, the joy that this old baby toy would bring to Penelope. I know, I know, I should’ve seen it coming. Can I be honest with you? She spent about an hour in the thing.

No kidding.

I kept facing this inner battle…

“This is really passive parenting, carrying on while she is stuck in that hunk of plastic.”

“No, you’re allowing her to get it out of her system, so that when Arthur uses it she won’t pay any attention, or be jealous. Yeah, see, this is smart!”

“Is it even safe in there? She’s way too big…”

“Enjoy this, she’ll be over it and into trouble before you know it..”

It’s kind of that same dilemma when a baby is oversleeping. Do you wake them when it’s time to eat? Time to start the day? Oh the mystery.

I’m thinking really deep thoughts today, in case you couldn’t tell.

Without further ado..

and this? this was yesterday. right? right? right? just yesterday? right?

{assuming the fetal position now}