What a difference a day makes.
Yesterday Wes was all torment and fury and today, why, someone musta gone out and switched him with a happy and fun baby.
We slept in ’til a decent time this morning, enjoyed one morning stroller walk and one midday Bjorn walk despite the hellish heat, more than tolerated floor time and napped without a fight.
Then Papa kindly put together our jumperoo. I missed the maiden voyage seeing as how the boys were kind enough to let me nap myself, but I didn’t waste any time testing the goods out later in the day.
In typical Wes fashion, the second first impression was one of “woman, are you for real?”:
And though he never cracked a smile — he’s stingy that way — he did manage to reach out for toys and even possibly, by Jove, enjoy himself:
Heck, I’m really just amazed by long bean’s not-quite-three months tippy toes could already reach the floor, no propping required!
More days like this, please?