Sunday, October 14, 2012

The plop stage

Cheese Puff has become a pretty confident sitter. He's still a little wobbly, but I think it's safe to say we're at the "plop" stage. The stage where I can carry him to a room, and simply plop him down on his bottom without first surrounding him with pillows. It's a nice stage to get to, though a little bittersweet.
Last week it was cold. He's dressed in a sleep sack. It's mint green, and was bought before we knew that Little Elvis would be a boy. The boppy is pink, yes. They had an extra one at church that they didn't need, and it was in a lot better shape than our old one. I figured Cheese Puff wouldn't care. He hasn't.

But he does love for his daddy to play the mandolin. He's not a fan of the banjo, though.
So sweet. I'm sure I was trying to get a smile. But I like this look, too.
The next night I dressed him in a blanket sleeper, and didn't surround him with the boppy. I was attempting to fold sheets. He thought he'd help me.
He's a cute helper. He had it almost over his head, but the sheet had fallen by the time I got the camera out.
Baby Plum was playing with Cheese Puff the next morning. (um, some of the laundry from the night before hadn't yet made it to the appropriate rooms, please ignore the bibs and underwear...) This was the morning of our big trip to get our new sofa. My grandmother rode with us, and both boys did a great job for the long trip.

Baby Plum watered some flowers by the side of the road, and then we had to be let into a security place to use the bathroom once we arrived. My grandmother laughed, because I told the guy we could either go inside to potty, or we could water one of the trees. Poor guy was at a loss. But Baby Plum had been whining, and he really did have to go.

Cheese Puff was a great trooper. He began crying for about the last 10 minutes of the trip. He was tired, and wanted snuggles.

The couch is nice, but didn't fit through our playroom door. I didn't think to ask about measurements. Poor Bob had to take the thing apart on Saturday morning. But it's in the room now, and looks nice. It's also much, much more comfortable. Now if I can just keep dirty fingers off of it...

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Glad to see you have a sense of humor even when transporting 2 little ones and a grandma. These challenges don't even fluster you.
Grandpa Stew

12:24 PM  
Blogger Ann Wyse said...

I do love the plop stage! He looks very alert and proud of himself. ;-)

4:40 PM  

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