This morning we were up pretty early. Somewhere between 5:30 and 6am.
I tried to keep you entertained as best as I could but nothing was working. You weren't up for a GREEN EGGS AND HAM. You didn't want to play "lets see who can stay quiet the longest." You didn't even want to do "tummy time."
So. I came up with another idea.
I decided to show you how to make breakfast. And not just any ol' breakfast. We made breakfast tacos!
At first, I was thinking of holding you while breaking eggs and heating up the tortillas but then I realized that there was a better way.
The BUMBO chair.
Before your Aunt Whitney came over, I didn't even know this thing even existed. But this chair has come in quite handy. Instead of just laying you down and waiting for you to cry or grunt, I put you in the chair and put you in the same area I am in.
This chair doesn't beat out me holding you. And you have made that quite clear. But you seem to like it from time to time.
Here's proof.
We successfully made the tacos and your mother loved them.
Not long after that, you were ready to get out of the kitchen and into my arms for a long morning nap.
And since my belly was full, you weren't the only one catching some zzzzzz's. :)
Hope you had a great day.
Love.
Dad.
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