My baby has finally grown out of all his 6-9 month clothing and last night I was packing it all up to store in the attic. Carl was talking to himself in the crib, getting ready to sleep and I was trying to sneak the old clothing out of his room.
I don't know why I even try to be sneaky. Even with bumpers in the crib blocking his vision, Carl knew I was in there, creeping around. Maybe he could smell me. He started wiggling happily in the crib, hoping for some attention. I tried to sneak out on my hands and knees but didn't dare shut the door for fear he would notice and become upset.
When I made it out of the room, breathing a sigh of relief, I was surprised to turn around and see Carl looking right at me. He had pulled himself up on the bars of the crib and was grinning ear to ear.
Even though it was 8 o'clock at night (well past bedtime), I had to pick him up, twirl him around, and gush about how clever he was.
I don't know why I even try to be sneaky. Even with bumpers in the crib blocking his vision, Carl knew I was in there, creeping around. Maybe he could smell me. He started wiggling happily in the crib, hoping for some attention. I tried to sneak out on my hands and knees but didn't dare shut the door for fear he would notice and become upset.
Even though it was 8 o'clock at night (well past bedtime), I had to pick him up, twirl him around, and gush about how clever he was.
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