Thursday, June 5, 2008

The Island of Misfit Toys

Our story begins with Moms' Group, as it begins as a normal Thursday. Brooks is demonstrating the proper use of tummy time. Jack is demonstrating improper use of tummy time. This still makes for a normal Thursday.

Here we have Colin, Jaden, Amedeo, Joselyn, Brooks, and Ria (clockwise from left). Moms' Group has become more and more interesting as our babies are actually starting to interact with eachother.

And here is where our story takes a horrible turn. The clown, purchased this morning at babies'r'us was an instant hit with Jack. We played with the clown at group. We played with the clown in Target on the way home from group. But when we got home we realized the clown was gone.

Panic set in. We rushed back to Target. The clown was not in the parking lot. The clown was not in the lobby. We made our way back to the baby food isle, retracing our steps. At the end of the isle, laying face down and alone we found the clown. The clown was so happy to see us and we were happy to see her too. She almost ended up on the Island of Misfit Toys, abandoned and homeless. But we found her and brought her back home.

Now she's covered in saliva. Hmmm...

Later that night Jack ate his first baby cereal. The pediatrician said this would take time, many frustrating days of food being spit out and not swallowed. Jack ate like a champ! We've been practicing the airplane for the last 2 months with his pacifier, so a transition to spoon was no big thing.

Woo hoo!


The Kento Beans said...

Ha-- looks like we had the same idea for a narrative! I can't believe the drama with the toy! That must've happened after I talked to you! Thank goodness you found him. And whoo-hoo on the cereal eating!

The Crivella Family said...

I would suggest (from experience) moving feeding liquid y cereal into the kitchen. It can get very messy when a flailing arm hits the bowl. Just a suggestion :) (I wouldn't know ANYTHING about that, yeah right!)

Emily said...

the loss of the clown was obviously more traumatic for me... which was demonstrated by the almost bursting into tears when i found it. i'm ready to have the less hormonal me back. i'll definitely move this feeding thing to the kitchen- we almost had a spill this morning.