This Is Why There Is Baby Jail

We have got one mobile baby. It seems that over night Grant has gone from this tiny baby that used to lay under his baby gym for an hour to a miniature man who's into EVERYTHING. Last night, after a very active day, he seemed so tired. He was rubbing his eyes and when he would blink they were the long, lazy blinks of a very tired little man. So I got out my Ben & Jerry's ice cream (I'm trying really hard not to eat that stuff...but it was on sale and I needed a treat), then I tucked his blanket around him and laid him on the couch for a little night time nap. I sat on the floor in front of the couch in case he rolled and settled in to watch a little TV. There was rustling and when I turned around this is what I saw:



 So I put down my ice cream. And evidently it looked quite tasty:

I obviously couldn't let him have the ice cream (but someday he'll obviously love it as much as mommy does). So he went after one of his favorites, the phone:

And so this is why there is baby jail. Having a mobile baby really does change everything. It's fun but some times you really do think "Ok, what do I do with him now?". Well, you put him in the pack-n-play or the fenced in baby gate area or whatever you have. Because you can't watch them every second. But we will need something bigger than the pack-n-play soon because that little area doesn't make him happy for long no matter how many toys we put in there. And sometimes he's kind of pitiful in there.



Hello? Anybody out there...?



Hello...?

 

Oh, there she is. With that camera again.
Why does she have to document my misery?