You might remember, we got Little B a pony for Christmas.
A rockin', talkin', singin' pony.
He has taken to doing stunts on it. Merely rocking back and forth on it must not be enough of a thrill anymore.
He also stands on the crossbars of the baby gates.
We're holding our breaths, knowing that the day he climbs out of his crib is imminent.
A rockin', talkin', singin' pony.
He has taken to doing stunts on it. Merely rocking back and forth on it must not be enough of a thrill anymore.
He also stands on the crossbars of the baby gates.
We're holding our breaths, knowing that the day he climbs out of his crib is imminent.