Jake and his new favorite toy - courtesy of the guilty-working-mom syndrome that took us straight to Toys R Us when I returned from Zurich. I was checking out the Thomas trains when Jake went crazy with excitement over this doll stroller. The funny thing is, nothing can go in the stroller - not his bear or his monkey or even his favorite book. It has to remain empty and he gets very upset when I try to teach him that things can go in it. He still isn't verbalizing much, but his expressions and tone are enough for me to know in that little head he's saying "what the hell are you doing, mom??"
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