Bounce, bounce, bounce...

Chiara has a new bouncy-seat. Not the kind that you can set on the counter or floor and that she can now lean forward out of (no, we didn't learn that the hard way. We could just see it coming). This is one of those that hangs from the doorway. She thinks it is hysterically funny (kind of like how people laughing is so hysterically funny).














No, this toy is not on her head. It just looks like that because of how she's looking up at the camera and dropped it.










And the other day, the three of us were rowing across the living room...