early August 2009
Isaac used to play in his pack and play in the kitchen almost every evening while I cooked dinner. We can't do this much anymore, unless I can keep a very close eye on him because we think he can probably climb out. I've never seen him get all the way out, but I have caught him with one leg swung over the edge, balancing on his tummy on the side bar.
He didn't quite catch on to what's supposed to happen when I hand him a snack in a snack cup. He's supposed to sit calmy and eat it. Yeah, right!
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Sweet baby!
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