So, this morning, as per usual, I sit him in there. In addition to eating, I also popped his diapers into the washing machine, and as I was standing in the laundry room, I hear a cry--not his usual fussy, "I-want-attention" squawk, but a real wail of "Something is wrong." I dashed back to the living room, and he was laying on the cement tile in front of the patio doors on his back! Did I mention earlier that I hardly ever strap him in the swing?? Yep, I didn't strap him in, and he managed to wiggle himself out. Pretty quickly too, since I'd only been out of the living room a minute or two at most. Anyway, after inspecting his head and determining he wasn't permanently damaged, I took him outside as a treat. He is fascinated with everything outdoors, and a quick visit will usually get him to stop crying, at least temporarily.
So, he has officially reached the point of needing to be strapped in. Thank goodness I wasn't a really bad parent and had the swing sitting on the floor instead of the bed . . . because, I would never do that . . .
Also, he has been able to prop himself unassisted for going on a month now, but he is really getting good at it now. He held himself up to play with his new musical platypus for a good 5-10 minutes today.
And now, since it's Sunday and I'm feeling churchy, I give you Will as the Egyptian Baby Moses.