Locked Up

Now that Boland is crawling so well he is into everything, and we have yet to baby proof anything in the new house. To be honest, we most likely won’t baby proof at all. If I can’t be watching him well enough to keep him out of trouble, then he usually gets locked up. Some times in his highchair, sometimes in his jumper and, when we’re at the beach house, in his booster seat. He even loves to sit and play in his crib or pack-n-play when I put toys in there. He doesn’t seem to mind so long as I give him a little snack. Which as of lately isn’t puffs anymore, but cheerios, just like his brother and sister! What a big boy he is becoming! I’ve never seen someone so happy to be held prisoner!