Most afternoons after Baby Boy’s nap and snack we go outside to swing. After we get him set up, we often grab a popsicle for ourselves. It’s the Texas Gulf Coast, and it’s HOT.
John was able to come down for a day and a half to spend time with us, and yesterday during our swinging time, he let Baby Boy have a little “taste” of his popsicle.
Have I mentioned how curious and active he’s become?
The other day I stepped out in the garage to put some clothes hangers away or check the dryer or I don’t remember what. It was just for a brief moment. Baby Boy was happily playing with his toys, so I felt safe to step away quickly. While I was in the garage, he quickly crawled over to the door leading to the garage and pulled up on it. Yep…I was stuck in the garage. He and I stood there looking through the glass at each other. If I tried to open the door he would have fallen back, so there we were. Fortunately my dad was home at the time and was able to rescue us. Lesson learned.