One thing has plagued me during my first 9 months of life—pack-n-plays. I can’t completely complain about my sleeping arrangements—Mom and Dad broke some rules early on and let me sleep between them and let me sleep on my stomach from week 1. But that doesn’t change my hate, hate relationship with pack-n-plays. I finally got Mom & Dad onboard with my hatred. When we were in the doorless 1-bedroom apartment at Slidewaters, they had to move my pack-n-play at least 5 times a day. They moved my pack-n-play in and out of the bathroom more than a two year old asks; “why?” The close quarters of the apartment made everything a little more difficult; but overall it was a pretty fun time for all of us—of course we could have had the same fun in two weeks instead of six.
I felt the size of the apartment was hindering to my new activity of crawling. I had just picked up the skill, so it was frustrating to be stuck inside such a small space. If only I had started earlier, I could have been doing marathon distances at Nana and Bop’s house. I began trying to explain my frustration in a new way, but apparently no one understood the words that were coming out of my mouth. Eventually they picked up all my clues and I gained free reign of the empty sun deck at Slidewaters. Reese and I covered a lot of ground on the sun deck and I even learned to climb the stairs and Reese learned to take her Pooh-Bear toy down a flight of stairs and not get hurt.
In tight spaces we all learned everything needed to be multi-functional
Reese wanted to get a jump start on her tan for the summer
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