Yesterday, for her mid-morning meal, we sat on the floor in the kitchen. Evelyn sat in her purple bumbo seat and I sat cross-legged in front of her to feed her spoonfuls. Here's a picture:
|look at that sly grin|
When we finished eating, I tried to lift her out of the seat. She didn't budge. Between her big cloth-diaper-butt and those thighs, she wasn't going anywhere. Every time I lifted her up, the chair came with her.
I gave her a little shake up and down. Not like shaken-baby-syndrome, but just wiggling her up and down to try and dislodge her. She thought that was hilarious and started to laugh whenever I shook her. That made me laugh, so I had to put her back on the floor and sit down while we both cracked up. Then I tried again, and Evelyn started laughing again. And that darn chair still wouldn't come off.
I finally managed to get her out of the chair using my super mommy skills. Then we went to change her diaper and I got this:
And that is what I call the most adorable baby in the entire world.