This is one of the first toys that I asked P to assemble when we arrived home from China. Baby S needed to practice walking and the wagon is perfect for that. Initially, our baby girl had no idea what to make of it, and once she did, her legs were not strong enough.
What a difference a few months, and plenty of practice make. The best part is the sheer joy and pride she exudes when she celebrates her accomplishment. Baby S is like her Baba and big brother J in that sense. They do not know the meaning of modesty and are their own cheering section. * The wagon and its contents weigh 21 pounds.*
We have been dealing with serious sleep deprivation and is truly getting worse every night. Baby S has decided that sleep is for the weak. Could someone explain to her that her parents are very, very weak?