Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Out-Take
I couldn't figure out how to fit this image into the pizza narrative. I call it "Braaaaaains!"
Speaking of bumbos - a bumbo is a device for turning your baby into a potted plant. They are a delightful, if overpriced, solution to the baby who wants to be sitting up but can't yet manage the feat. There seems to be a recall of sorts on them because parents have been using them on tables. (Though, to their credit, it sounds like the bumbo packaging pictures the product being used on table-tops.)
Some babies recently have wiggled out of their bumbo table-top perches and fallen on their heads. It seems that fancy products replace common sense for some parents.
Up until yesterday Gabe has happily used the bumbo at daycare. And, I must stress, only on the floor, on top of a padded mat. Yesterday he popped himself out. Miss Cathy says he took a dive onto his belly, and then grinned like he had found the best new game ever.
Miss Cathy now considers Gabe to have graduated from the bumbo.
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Dear Gabe:
Your face caught in the box could mirror OPA'S Face if he were ever caught in the hospital and could not be released.
Love,
OPA
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