Rigg LOVES to sit upright.
He can't really do it yet on his own...but he loves it.
And because I do not have the time to sit and hold him all day (even though it would warm my heart to do so) we have to find alternative ways for the boy to sit.
We have a bumbo seat...a highchair...a doorway jumper...an excersaucer...and Riggs favorite...a couch!
I know, a couch...OHHH...AHHH. Highly coveted, I am sure.
Anyway, he loves to be propped up in the corner and play with his toys...He will sit in the corner of the couch much longer then he will stay in other things, like the bumbo seat, the highchair, the doorway jumper and the excersaucer...you get what I am trying to say...HE LIKES THE COUCH.
So I put him there.
Every morning when I get him up.
He sits in the corner of the couch and plays for a good 30 min.
He was doing just that yesterday morning. Playing and having a good time. I was in the basement doing the laundry...when I heard the thud.
No wait...the THUD.
My heart stopped and dropped to my stomach. I dropped the laundry and ran up the stairs just in time to hear the screams.
Rigg was no longer on the couch, as you may have already surmised...he was on the floor letting me know just how angry he was.
No worries...he is fine. I just learned mounds of pillows are now in order...and I can no longer leave him on the couch unattended...
So when they call and offer me the award for Mother of the Year...I shall gracefully decline.