I wish I could send you my baby jail. You know those plastic panels that hook together to make a pentagonal space....baby jail.
They work until your kid realizes that they can just push it and get to where they want to go and then use it as a ladder. Then you move on to the "clean everything dangerous out of one room" and block the door phase.
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I wish I could send you my baby jail. You know those plastic panels that hook together to make a pentagonal space....baby jail.
They work until your kid realizes that they can just push it and get to where they want to go and then use it as a ladder. Then you move on to the "clean everything dangerous out of one room" and block the door phase.
She is HUGE!! Is W gone again?
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I understand that smile, that SMILE--oh she's dangerous.
You are welcome to borrow our barely used play pen if you like, just take it home during Easter. If you can wait that long--crazy smile.
I am calling DCFS.
Today.
Does that smile come from you or daddy? I tend to think you... but that could be totally wrong. ;-)
Too cute. Very creative.
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