Graham’s sister gave us some toys this week that her kids are finished with (including a beautiful wooden swing set/jungle gym contraption that looks fabulous in our back yard).
Rudy thought these dinosaurs were for him. Attack! (I like the “dead” one in the background.)
Our crib arrived yesterday and no sooner did Graham have it put together did a certain feline someone decide it was the perfect place to take a nap.
Poor Rudy, he has no idea just how numbered his days as the baby of the family are.
My cat had a hard time when my son came. She was so used to being able to roam as she pleased, but then the nursery became off limits. She wasn't too fond of the crying either. Now she just wishes I'd keep my toddler out of her face! I wonder how she'll do when number 2 arrives next month!
Awww, man…and you know he saw that crib and went "JACKPOT! They finally have learned to appreciate me."
My cat slept in Liams bassinette for weeks leading up to his birth. Poor Rudy will have a hard time!!
Yeah, I really don't want to have to keep the nursery door closed all the time, so we're trying to teach Rudy NOW that he's not allowed in that crib. Hope all goes well with #2!
Oh, totally.
What about after Liam was born? Aw, baby Liam!
LOL! It might be a shock to poor Rudy.
I just found your blog today and I love it. This post is so adorable. Congrats on the baby.
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