I'm not a bad parent. Really. But Evan had been cycling between plaintive crying and full-throated screaming for over an hour, and I just needed to put him down for a few minutes. (For some reason screaming babies are much heavier than quiet babies. I haven't worked out the physics of this phenomenon yet - it must have something to do with the mass of moist, hot air - but it is indisputably true.) When I put him in his Bumbo seat for a few seconds to get his bottle ready earlier in the evening he seemed happy (until he started crying again), so I figured I'd give it another shot. You're really not supposed to put the chair on the counter, particularly not close to the edge, but I was standing right there next to him flipping through a magazine. Besides, Evan doesn't really have the leg strength and coordination to move the chair around yet.
Anyway, after a few minutes something magical happened... he ran out of gas:
This looked way too uncomfortable to leave him that way any longer than it took to take a picture, and as soon as I picked him up he started screaming again. It was worth it for the chance to get that photo, though.
This looked way too uncomfortable to leave him that way any longer than it took to take a picture, and as soon as I picked him up he started screaming again. It was worth it for the chance to get that photo, though.
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