in the PEN

Blue has a talent that I am sure is common among crawling babies of getting into exactly the things he is not supposed to. For a week or so after the crawling began I was chasing him around the house pulling his fingers out of Lucy's food bowl and away from dangling cords. We needed a safe place that he could freely explore, so we bought him a pen. Is that ironic? I think it is.



It takes up a good chunk of our sunroom but we weren't really using that space anyway!