So, James has a Bumbo. We got it from his wonderful aunt Bec. He used it before he could sit in the high chair and now we take it on trips. After Thanksgiving I left it on the floor in the living room. I came back into the living room after being gone for only a minute or two and James was sitting in it. I'm thinking, "I didn't put him in there did I?" He had climbed into it with the tray connected.
Now it's one of his favorite toys.
My sweet sweet boy. When he was tiny, he loved to cuddle. Then as he started to become aware of his world more and move around more, he never wanted to cuddle. The only time he would cuddle with me was while he was drinking his bottle. As soon as he was done, he wanted to get down and play. After his surgery, when he felt so bad, he wanted me to hold him all the time. I rocked him to sleep every night and for every nap. I know, I know, I spoiled him, but he needed it and I LOVED it! As he recovered, I was able to wean him off of being rocked to sleep and he puts himself to sleep very quickly now. But my cuddle bug has stayed. When he gets sleepy or right after he wakes up, or if he feels bad from teething or snotty nose, he'll lay his head on mine or Matt's shoulder and cuddle. It's the sweetest thing ever. Just a few minutes ago I was feeding him his bottle and when he was done, he turned around and laid his head on me. It may not sound like much, but I get the greatest feeling in the world when that little boy lets me hold him.
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