Jailbird

Now that Fox is officially crawling and pulling himself up, he's completely into everything and loves to yank on the cords of my laptop while I'm trying to working...when he's taking a break from attempting to baby-handle all the electronics under the TV set. So, last night we went and bought him a corral. He hates it. I tried to reason with him that it was tons more room than his pack-n-play, and while I was holding him he seemed to agree, but the moment I put him down in there, it was a regular jailhouse riot. My mom says he'll get used to it. Then again my mom says a lot of things...

Somebody get this kid a metal cup so he can run it across the bars...