Oh, how times have changed. Another memorable moment we will share as we approach your first year is the Holy Grail that was invented by God himself: The Swing.
Alas, we can no longer utilize "the swing" because your mom and I abused our privileges when you were 3-6 months old. Yes, our time has run out and your swing patience has expired.
But, let us reflect on the beauty that was the swing.
You see, once upon a time, we were able to put your cute, frumpled, unable-to-sit up-on-your-own body into this contraption known as the swing. And, for the cost of 4 D batteries a month, we were able to push a button and you would sit in your swing and watch TV, fall asleep, laugh the room moving back and forth, etc.
Oh, those were the days. Your mom and I could do productive things like, oh I don't know....the dishes, the laundry, vacuum, homework, and watch TV. And, then, you would fall asleep and your mom and I could continue those activities. Life was grand. You loved the swing. We loved the swing. Everyone was happy.
But now you're a demon on wheels whose life's mission is to burn the house down. But, you're a cute demon and we love you and we love that you are trying to burn the house down. Who needs a house anyways when you have a swing.
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ah, a little arsonist in the making... :)
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