It was cold and rainy today, so I was trapped in the house. I didn't know what to do with myself. Mom didn't know what to do with me either. She tried to put me down for a nap, she tried out different toys - even the Jumperoo, and she even tried wearing me (putting me in that tummy backpack thing) while she made lunch. Nothing worked for long. I just felt like fussing. Here are some pictures with one of my latest toys. It entertained me for about 6.5 minutes.
When I couldn't eat the steering wheel, I moved on to the gear shift.
That didn't taste too nice either, so I tried a quick attempt to crank up the engine and get out the house, but my attempt failed.
Darnit. I threw it on the floor and yelled. You can call it a temper tantrum, a hissy fit or just being plain whiny, but when I'm done with a toy, I'm DONE. "Come on, Mom, what's next??"
-maddox
