Last night I needed to switch some laundry from the washer into the dryer. It was a quick task, but one I couldn’t do with my little wiggle worm in my arms. I deposited him into his crib for less than two minutes. I quickly threw the clothes in the dryer and went back to get Reese, whom I could hear laughing, from his crib.
I could not believe what I found when I walked back in. If I hadn’t been in such shock I would’ve raced to grab the camera.
My little baby boy was standing in his crib. STANDING!!! He was holding on to the railing, bouncing up and down one his chubby little feet {supported by his chubby little ankles}, and he was grinning from ear to ear. Clearly he was having the time of his life.
I immediately yelled, “Reese Beasley get down from there. That’s dangerous!” He was clearly confused… probably because he doesn’t realize his name is Reese. We're working on that.
On the top of today’s honey-do list for Lofton: Move crib mattress down
2 comments:
Does he think his name is Bunky?
yes. he does.
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