My sweet big boy Fisher is deathly afraid of......wait for it.....umbrellas.
That's right. We witness complete meltdowns.
I so wish I had a picture of this, but I am usually too preoccupied...You know - holding Fisher, holding the umbrella, and laughing uncontrollably. (I wonder what people who are just walking by think of me? Laughing hysterically while by baby is crying hysterically....? hmmm....Parenting failure?)
So... Beside having an unhealthy fear of umbrellas, what else has Little Bear been up to...?
Starting a new big boy school...
Moved to forward facing in the car...
Chillin with Tucker...
Eating some spaghetti...
Rocking Toms like his mommy...
And of course, keeping up with the grocery shopping.
