The Death of Baby Bed

A couple of nights ago all of this green stuffing showed up. Took us a while but we realized he had torn up his 'baby bed'. I'd sewn it back together once but this was true destruction, so we tossed it.





I went and bought another bed. Jay and I thought he would view it differently than the first, but no. He's well over sixty pounds now and fits himself in it like a baby roo in his mothers pouch.