Benjamin started fussing during dinner prep this evening. Today I was on the fence about bringing in the exersaucer that's been sitting outside for the last year. While he was sitting in his bouncer Benjamin started kicking his legs and shaking his fists and starting his bored howl.
"Fuck this."
I grabbed the exersaucer and brought it inside. It's caked with dirt and who knows what else, but I don't care. That kid is going in there, and he's gonna love it, so help me.
I plopped his butt in it. He loved it. His feet can't touch the floor and he has a hard time holding himself completely erect, but he fucking loves it.
I washed it off with him sitting in it. He's happy, and he's smiling at me and I'm crying because I know it's all going to be super fast from here and I feel like an asshole for wishing and wishing for this time to come.
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