My dear friend, Natalie, is possibly the funniest person I know.
We were skyping the other night and were talking about our holiday weekend plans. She and her husband were going to hot yoga the next day, which is, as she so correctly put it, “basically uncomfortable stretching with strangers, in a really hot room.”
She cracks me up.
“This just won’t work. He’s walking on his tips!” Giuseppe stated, a bit exasperated.
We had Paolo test driving baby walkers at the store yesterday. (Yes, we had to leave the MINI Cooper in Hawaii. Even disassembled, it wouldn’t fit into a luggage and it would cost $120 (!) to ship it to Iowa. I cried when I learned that the beloved walker was staying in the Land of Aloha.) These baby walkers are assaultingly ugly, but I am really left with no choice. I cannot find a decent-looking baby walker in the entire city.
And we NEED A BABY WALKER.
After having stayed with my family for most of the month, Paolo has had a taste of the sweet life and now expects a full audience every minute, all day long. He is used to five of us doting on him constantly, and, frankly, it’s a tough act to keep up on my own. So, I was desperately in need of any and all baby entertainment on the market. Let me just say, thank heavens for Baby Einstein videos and their blue sock puppets.
Hence the baby walker test driving. I wanted to buy the collapsible walker, but as Giuseppe so aptly put, Paolo could only walk on his “tips.” Tips being, his tip toes…obviously. (I speak three languages: Italian, English, and Giuseppe.) So instead of the ugly collapsible walker, we purchased what is possibly the absolute ugliest baby walker ever to be put on the market.
Aesthetics aside, the baby walker is a-mazing. Paolo loves it. And it gives me enough time to wash the breakfast dishes before dinner time. Hopefully now I can unpack our luggage sometime in the next week.