Tonight your Oma and Opa came over to help celebrate your first Jewish New Year. You had to skip the honey (baby botulism would be a bad way to spend the next few weeks, no?), but you gnawed on an apple (good teething toy!) to symbolize a sweet new year. How could it not be sweet with you here?
Quality squeaking noises those gums make!
Is it time to eat yet?
Wait, now is it time to eat?
Oma, You're in my light!
You are getting pretty good at sitting unassisted these days and holy cow, you are going to be crawling really, really soon. Mama is SCARED. You've taken to diving off of furniture when you get a chance. I am pretty sure an accidentally but well placed pillow saved you from a concussion yesterday. We think you have a little too much Uncle Jeff and Uncle David in you.
Mommy fills the box with blocks. I empty the box. Repeat, Repeat. Repeat......
We had to adjust the Pack and Play so that we have a safe place to stash you when we need to switch out laundry or go to the bathroom.
We call it Baby Jail. Sorry little T.
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