I've been giving Jack a couple quiet times throughout the day the past couple of days. He loves them, and so do I. He just sits on the couch or his "Big Boy Bed" with a stack of books and happily looks through them. I get a few minutes without him under my feet and he is happy to be like Mommy and Daddy. So far the only way he's figured out to get off the couch is by falling, so he tends to stay put.
This afternoon I was wiped out on the couch (trying to recover from bronchitis is difficult to do with a 1 yr old.) I heard giggling and squeeling coming from Jack's room so I went back to make sure he wasn't playing with the dirty diaper bin. He had pulled a clothes basket off of the changing table and was sitting in it, laughing and having a grand ol' time. I said "Hey Jack!" when I walked in and startled him and he fell over in the basket (the first picture.) But he was all too happy to get in and pose for the second picture.
I've been giving Jack a couple quiet times throughout the day the past couple of days. He loves them, and so do I. He just sits on the couch or his "Big Boy Bed" with a stack of books and happily looks through them. I get a few minutes without him under my feet and he is happy to be like Mommy and Daddy. So far the only way he's figured out to get off the couch is by falling, so he tends to stay put. 
This afternoon I was wiped out on the couch (trying to recover from bronchitis is difficult to do with a 1 yr old.) I heard giggling and squeeling coming from Jack's room so I went back to make sure he wasn't playing with the dirty diaper bin. He had pulled a clothes basket off of the changing table and was sitting in it, laughing and having a grand ol' time. I said "Hey Jack!" when I walked in and startled him and he fell over in the basket (the first picture.) But he was all too happy to get in and pose for the second picture.
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