Last week, my baby had a cold.
I don't know about you, but when my baby has a cold, there is really no point in trying to do anything productive whatsoever, because baby needs his momma. A lot. By a lot, I mean he wants to be held. Not held sitting down, oh, no. If I tried to sit down or even play with him on the floor it instantly provoked an eruption of big, big tears. It was a facial flood of epic proportions. So, I did what most of you would do, and I held him standing up. Whatever I tried to accomplish during the day, I did holding a 28 pound baby and a box of kleenex. Oh, sweet baby Charlie! You didn't mean to send momma's back into spasmatic cramps, my arms into exhaustion, my house into a sea of snotty tissues.
1. Swinging outside in his little bee swing and
2. Riding with the boys on their E-Z Rollers.
This is my Andrew, politely telling me "no thank you" when I asked him if he would take me for a cruise, since I now have Charlie's cold and am also not feeling well.
After Andrew's rejection, I asked Baby Jr. for the same support. His look says it all, "You're joking, right, mom?" Love their brutal honesty, it's so funny!
After the E-Z roller cruise, they're on to the swings. Andrew and Henry really get Charlie gigglin' when they fly up to touch the tree branches with their toes on the banana swing.
view them here.