I went over to my son's side of the house and peeked in to find ...
I love the back of her head.
I asked if Santa had come ...
Hope admired her gifts ...
I think she was really impressed that Daddy had picked out the dress all by himself. She actually loves her pink fuzzy friend, it was just time for a bottle.
After a bottle break Hope opened more gifts. Books are delicious ...
I got some look when I suggested she not eat her books ...
I got Hope a walker. It was her "big gift" from Nana. I researched for days. Consumer reports, toy blogs, pediatrician blogs, Mommy blogs. If you read these sites long enough you'd shroud your baby in bubble wrap and never leave the house.
I finally settled on the Winnie-the-Pooh walker. Good for babies starting at 4 months and lasting up to 30 pounds with a lock the wheels option.
"I guess it needs some assembly" my son says when he sees the tall flat box.
The grimace on Jeffrey's face is from heeding the directions to "carefully force parts A-E into the corresponding slots". My DIL is counting tiny screws and weeping.
Hope is nearly 6 months old and in the 90 percentile for height. Yet her feet did not touch the floor in her walker, the walker that claims it accommodates a 4 month old.
"Daddy is trying not to kill the baby" my son whispers to Hope as he struggles to operate the "seamless smooth seat adjustment" ...
We finally decided that Hope's feet not touching the floor in her WALKER was the "render the walker immobile" feature we couldn't find anywhere else.
At least it tastes good ...
