Since this baby could climb he has been a counter dweller. It seems to be his very favorite place and if I'm at the counter doing anything (which is often) he will come running to the bar stool, climb up (with a lot of grunting) and then pitter-patter his way across the counter until he's reached the food I'm preparing. Once he gets there he believes his reward is to enjoy handfuls of said food, especially if there is chocolate involved.
I never pictured myself being the sort of mother who lets her baby walk across the counter and then sit there with me while I work, but funny things happen after having lots of babies and I've loosened up a good bit in my old age. Jack began the job of showing me what it looked like to spoil the "baby" of the family and Eli thanks him profusely for getting me warmed up.
I never pictured myself being the sort of mother who lets her baby walk across the counter and then sit there with me while I work, but funny things happen after having lots of babies and I've loosened up a good bit in my old age. Jack began the job of showing me what it looked like to spoil the "baby" of the family and Eli thanks him profusely for getting me warmed up.