Tent

I guess it was a good thing that Reagan convinced his father that he "needed" an IKEA tent. This way he had somewhere to rest after working so hard building his dresser.


Ok, so he wasn't really sleeping but it is always fun to pretend.



The only bad part of the tent is that Reagan wants me to roll up in a ball and get in the tent with him to read stories. The first few times I got in he didn't realize that my legs were hanging out. When he realized this he was determined that all of me had to be in the tent. He doesn't realize that when your belly gets big like mine it is very uncomfortable to roll up in a little ball to lay in a tent. Oh well, I think I am putting the tent away today while he takes his nap so we don't have to play in it for awhile.