She, of course, got "thuck". After a lot of attempts to get Annabel out with bending and pulling and analyzing angles and thigh size, the Daddy Rescue Squad had to be employed. Using a bath towel to shield us from the flying plastic bits, a book on counting strawberries and fingers and ducks as a buffer between the indestructible plastic and my sweet baby's body, and a small electric tool that served as a circular saw, Daddy cut Annabel out of her chair. She didn't cry (or tinkle) once during the 45 minute ordeal.
Mommy's really glad she didn't pull this stunt while Daddy was at work since she would have likely had to call the real Rescue Squad. Do you think they'd start charging after two dumb, preventable incidents within a year?
Here are other cute pictures from the last few weeks.
First time feeding herself yogurt.
Cooking in the kitchen
Chillaxing with Sophie