Recently, I have noticed Charlie is very adamant about fitting himself into the smallest spaces possible. Is he remembering his days in the womb? Does he feel more secure in a tiny space? I am not sure...
The other morning he and I were at a coffee shop and while I was paying for my coffee, I noticed he crawled into a crawl space under the coffee bar. One minute he is standing next to me, the next minute he is a foot away from me sitting in the smallest space only he could find. (of course I could not get my phone out in time to snap a picture because he was already onto his next adventure)
But the best small space he sits in is a tray we have on our ottoman in the living room. (Let me just tell you that this tray is 12"x12") He loves to take it to random spots in the house and just hang out in the tray. I die laughing every time he does it. It is the little things, right?! (no pun intended)
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The Tray
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| Getting in position |
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| What? I just want to be in my tray in the kitchen |
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| I know I can fit the ball in the tray with me... |
