A pleasant walk in the woods, on a fine Autumn day.
Baby finally got bored waiting for me to finally get finished doing whatever it is I do, up in that damned tree. He doesn’t really enjoy our game of “Drop heavy things, and see if Baby gets squashed, or runs,” anymore, either. Each time something falls out of the tree, he moves his resting and watching spot a little farther away from the fall-out zone. He still enjoys playing our “Drop stuff on Baby” game in his sleep, because I hear that familiar “Yike!” and watch him dash for safety, laying on... Sign in to see full entry.