One of the new perks is he can pull himself up in his crib and shake back and forth... which can be A- entertaining to watch on the monitor, especially when it looks like he's staring right at you, and B- fun when you go in the morning to wake him and he is so pumped to see you, even C- a little part of your heart melts when you go in and he is sobbing standing up and it feels so good to pick him up.
Well all that changed when I started noticing brown all over his face. Did he claw himself in his nap? Did he spit up- what did he eat that was brown? It took a day or two to realize that YES it was something he ate, BUT not what we thought.. It was the PAINT from his crib! I mean talk about a ferocious lion or bear... it literally looks like a baby bear was in his crib trying to claw his way out! So we had to get guards to put on the side rails of the crib and so far so good. You can actually attach little toys to them... cuuttteeee!
But I just have a feeling that when I go to tell him stories of this later his college friends are going to be like "ohhh that explains a lot man". Like the "you ate paint chips" story of our parents generation or the "I dropped you on your head or you fell off the couch stories" that our parents slyly tell us when we are older!
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