This is David and the physical therapist... I think he was just trying to get out of therapy.
This is funny.... and kinda sad.
This morning, I put David in his highchair with his favorite toy while I went into the kitchen to grab his medicines and milk.... when I came back, this is what I found:
Don't worry, I got him out of there!
So then we went to take a bath... come to find out, sleeping on a keyboard doesn't allow for very restful sleep because he was so MAD at me!!
After David's bath I put on his eye patch. He doesn't like it, and tries to pull it off from the time that it's on until it's time to take it off.
Here's what happens when you tell him to "quit poking your eye."
The temper tantrum extended to the living room when I told him that "not EVERYthing is for you." (he wanted the remote control)
He thumbs his nose at authority.
Finally, I discovered why he was so fussy...
He weighed in at 1 lb, 4oz, and was 12.5 inches long.
Here's his story.