Greg had one last hurrah in the jumperoo. It's a happy alternative to being trapped in his prison (aka playpen) while I make dinner.
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| "So much fun!" |
As I was cooking away in the kitchen, I heard little giggles coming from the other side of the room. Here's what I found:
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| "C'mere, Hank, let me poke out your eyeball." |
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| "Let me pull on your ears!" |
The beagle had lied down next to the jumperoo by choice. He was not expecting that much attention, but he took it like a trooper.
Greg loves to crawl around with a toy in his mouth (and sometimes with one in each hand too!). I've been trying to get a picture of this phenomenon, but had been unsuccessful until this point. Unforunately Hank walked by. Thanks, Hank.
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| "Watch out, Hank. I'm coming through!" |
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