Lane entertained herself with a raw carrot and a piece of toast. I could no longer handle her clasping onto my pants legs for dear life, so I plopped her in the Inglesina. She sat there, having a ball, for at least 40 minutes.
The process to get a good photo:
May I have a cup of tea to go with my extended pinky?
Get me out of this chair, now, mom!
Now, I tell you, now! Yes, I have that look on my face!
Ok, ok, I am having fun and I do like this carrot!
***For anyone who is concerned about the carrot posing a choking hazard, rest assured that there is no way her 1/8" tooth could scrape off a piece big enough to choke on. :-) ***