You might think that this is Jack looking pensive. Or studious. But, no. Jack's zoning out. I know I'm not supposed to use the TV as a babysitter but once in a while it is absolutely mandatory to have five minutes to work on dinner. Or complete a phone call. Or pee. It didn't used to be as difficult to get things done when Jack was just a little lump of cuteness. Now, he is a crawling, standing, lunging, falling mess of a baby. Just today, we've been swimming in Sophie's water bowl, up and down the steps 26 times, inside the laundry basket, dangerously close to the litter box, backwards and standing up in a shopping cart and almost smashing head-first into the brick wall in our house. And it's only 1 p.m.!
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