Last week I got a call from a scratch-n-dent outlet store that they had a crib come in that day. I'd asked them 5 months ago to call me when they finally got a crib in-store.
On Thursday I went up to the store, dickered, and bought the crib.
On Friday I put Levin down for a nap and when I went to check on him, found this:
|He was crawling manically around the room and laughing.|
On Saturday we picked up the crib. I like to think there is an amazing moral somewhere in there; perhaps that I have impeccable timing... most likely that my Mother's instinct is perfectly calibrated.
|He's watching Ray put the bedroom door back on... we had to remove it to fit the crib in the room.|
|This is the part where we leave the room, close the door, and hear him start jumping on the bed.|
Now, my favorite pastime is peeking in while he's napping and seeing what position he decided was comfortable. His chosen positions assure us all he's Ray's child.