don’t you just want to squish those chubby little cheeks?
Bear with me. This will be a short post because I’ve got a bouncy little boy sitting on my lap trying to type an instant message to his daddy on the keyboard. :) (Did I mention he needs a diaper change too? He always acts so shocked when I open his diaper and there’s poo in there. Like I already didn’t know, kid. I can smell you from a mile away.)
Two short tips for moving that Tyler and I came up with last night while packing the bedroom:
ONE: Pack hangers not into a giant trash bag but instead into a box. Secure them in packs of ten by using wire or string.
TWO: Pack ties in gallon-ziplocs. Bingo.
You’re welcome.
I’ve heard most babies become attached to things. Jack goes through phases with his toys, becoming more keen to some than others.
Right now he is particularly attached to an incredibly soft, little bear dressed up as a bunny (bearunny? bunnear? I don’t quite know what to call it!) that his great-grandmother gave him. It’s the perfect baby size to snuggle as he drifts off to sleep.
Thank you, Grandma Ginos!
(Also you will see that he loves his binky now. It’s a chew toy for him, go figure.)
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