Dawson’s
walker converts into an off-road Jeep Rubicon complete with independent front
suspension and portable dvd player. No mud flaps. We won’t let him take it
outside. See how he grips the roll bar? That’s our boy! He’s not nearly as
thrilled about riding on his little car as he is when it’s a walker. But maybe
once he can get his feet coordinated enough to push it himself he’ll perk up a
bit. I just can’t wait until we finally get moved into our new house and he’ll
have so much room to play he won’t know what to do. That, and he’ll finally
have his own room to be banished to when he’s naughty. Okay, so maybe not that.
But I really am excited that we’ll have a kitchen table with chairs to sit at
and eat dinner. Last night we sat on the floor at the coffee table to eat and
Dawson crawled over and kept slapping Jason’s steak. Dawson! Don’t slap daddy’s
steak!
Vroooom Vrooom!
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