Almost every time we go to my parents' house, we break out the piano. No we don't mean the real piano, we mean the exersaucer-type-thing that has a piano on the floor. (Look at the pictures and you'll know what I mean.)
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| Mom, I'm a very bald baby!! |
Anywho, Harrison was 4 months old the first time we attempted to use it. Harrison's feet barely reached the ground. We had to stuff a towel behind him to keep him propped up. And he tried to eat the front of the seat the whole time. Needless to say, the toy was
very quiet then. He couldn't reach any of the noisy accessories.
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| I know. A St. Louis bib? And yes, they were feeding me. |
Last week we went over to see Grandma and Grandpa (and mooch some dinner!). Harrison hasn't played with his piano recently so we thought it was a perfect time to pull it out. Yikes! That boy is tall enough to climb out of it! I mean really, he looked like he could walk right out!
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| Ah, Mom? I don't think I need the seat part anymore. |
Oh course he can reach
all of the toys now. It's amazing how many sounds come out of this thing. (Really what is it? Exersaucer? Walker?) Harrison new favorite thing is pulling off the little purple tray, dropping it on the piano, then bending all the way over to look at it. Nice. It's amazing the whole thing hasn't tipped. (It won't, we tried.)
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| And there goes the tray... again... |
Happy Tuesday!